Yao Yanzi’s Charm [Sensuality Incense]

"My thighs are sore too, Xiao Yue'er." Yao Yanzi pouted his lips pitifully.

Shenlian Yingyu's eyes widened. When did she become close to him? Although she never minded who called her name closely, it sounded weird when this guy called her so intimately.

"Why don't I let my people come to massage you?" She thought of the women here.

"No!" Yao Yanzi's voice was low. He would never permit anyone to touch his body.

Shenlian Yingyue felt headaches from his cleanliness fetish. If he cared so much about his body, why would he let her touch him?

"It seems like Xiao Yue'er doesn't want to listen to my ideas. Sigh, such a pity. You can't ever find anyone as good as me when it comes to architectural design." Yao Yanzi was about to stand up but was pulled back by her.

"Please sit down." Shenlian Yingyue smiled stiffly.