"Do you come here often?" The beautiful woman continued to tightly embrace Li Chuan, lifting his face with her hand and gazing deeply into his eyes. Her eyes seemed expectant yet hesitant.
"Really?"
Li Chuan: "Of course it's true."
Lady: "Do you like sister?"
Li Chuan: "Sister, you're noble, elegant, and sexy. Any man would like you."
The lady felt a delightful satisfaction in her heart, holding Li Chuan, half-closing her eyes. As she stroked his head, she suddenly said, "That was really wonderful just now. Thank you for making me a real woman. Sister should reward you well. Let me think, what should I reward you with... I remember, I have a black card here for you to use."
As she spoke, she turned to reach for a black handbag on the bedside.
Li Chuan firmly grabbed her hand, looking serious: "Sis, if you give me money, it would be an insult to me."
Li Chuan didn't want to be treated like a gigolo.
In such matters, a man must hold the initiative.
