Jiang Shuxia's little hand clenched into a fist, and punched him in the chest, gritting her teeth as she complained, "What's the use of me offering my life? You don't want it! "
There was bitterness in her voice, and her mouth was pursed in an expression of obvious dissatisfaction.
Lingxuyao let go of her waist, and pinched her butt with his hands, "Don't worry, you will be mine sooner or later!"
Hearing that, Jiang Shuxia's face became even redder. Hearing his words, it was as if he couldn't wait to get him to do it.
Although she did think so in her heart.
"You wish!" She pushed him, pushing him down onto the sofa, looking down at him like a condescending queen, "I'm not sure if I'm willing to give it to you. Don't say it like I can't wait for you to take it!"
The man held her by the waist and pressed her against him. With a mocking smile in his eyes, he said, "Didn't you keep begging me to take you?"