How Unlike You

Mr Meissen instantly laughed. "Haha, Master Yan, Qing'qing must have been thinking about you incessantly all these time. Since she couldn't forget about your down there, she spilled the drink down below."

Facing such a dirty joke, Lu Yan raised a brow and replied, "What can I do? Women are always eyeing my privates."

"Hahaha!" Mr Meissen burst into raucous laughter.

Since her plans were already exposed, Qing'qing twisted her delicate body sensually and dabbed at Lu Yan's trousers.

Lu Yan didn't avoid her advances, he even raised a brow while Qing'qing's hands headed further down. His masculinity had Qing'qing's heart thud in anticipation and her soul drawn by him.

Her hands inched closer and closer.

However, a tiny hand suddenly shot over and wiped the man's trousers before Qing'qing could do so.

Qing'qing was stunned, her head whipping over to glare at An'an, who stood beside Lu Yan.