Sheng Wenhao glanced unobtrusively at Xu Ke from under his bangs. Only after receiving Xu Ke's signal did he leave with peace of mind.
Upon hearing the sound of the door closing, Lu Xiaoxiao's tense body relaxed slightly. Although she looked down on Sheng Wenhao from the bottom of her heart, years of professional discipline still kept her constantly alert, keeping her body always on the verge of explosion, ready to react quickly before danger strikes.
Xu Ke lay on the soft, large bed, his expression blurred, writhing his body. His distinctly jointed hand reached for his tie, loosening it slightly, then gently unbuttoned the collar at his neck.
Xu Ke stretched out his crimson tongue and gently licked his slightly dry lips, whimpering softly, "Hot, so hot."
At this moment, Xu Ke resembled a just-born little beast, appearing weak, as if a single finger could easily crush him. Meanwhile, he evoked a desire for abuse deep within people and a sense of pity and compassion.
