The man's words had just fallen when Lu Xiaoyou's emotions remained calm, her hand slipping under the quilt and down, causing Long Xiliang to tense up all over again!
Lu Xiaoyou raised an eyebrow, smiling as she said, "I'm touching your treasure, now repeat what you just said."
Long Xiliang: "..."
He didn't speak, and the woman lying beside him feigned surprise, exclaiming in a low voice:
"Oh my~ You're not talking, but your treasure has already spoken~"
Under the quilt, Lu Xiaoyou's hand was moving.
She blew a breath of hot air onto Long Xiliang's stern face, the sweet aroma clinging to the man's skin.
Through the quilt, Long Xiliang pressed down on Lu Xiaoyou's wrist, yet her fingertips danced across his body like a piano.
She knew of Long Xiliang's irresistible desire for her.
She was fearless.
She had heard from that unscrupulous doctor that Long Xiliang was sick; his rage and suspicions came from a trauma disorder.