"Li Chuan, there's really nothing to hesitate about here." Yang Xin'Er blew out a smoke ring, "What I set my eyes on never escapes my grasp!"
"Countless men want to become my pet!"
"And you're outstanding. If you agree, I'd willingly be your pet, kneel and worship you!"
As she finished speaking, Yang Xin'Er stuck out her tongue, gently biting her lip, her enchanting gaze resting between Li Chuan's legs.
Listening to Yang Xin'Er's incredibly contrasting words, and seeing her seductive eyes, Li Chuan felt like his mind was about to lose control. This woman was truly a demoness!
He took a deep breath, trying not to get lost in fantasy: "I think there should be a third option."
Yang Xin'Er: "You're overthinking it."
Li Chuan: "Then I'll give you two choices: First, you walk your broad road, I'll cross my single-log bridge."
Yang Xin'Er: "I told you, you're overthinking it."
