"Honey, darling, I have a question to ask you, how much wealth do you actually have?" Xiao Qiao asked. She married Wesley and never cared about Wesley's net worth, which should be quite substantial, but exactly how wealthy, she didn't know.
"What did you just call me?"
"Honey, darling..." Xiao Qiao drawled out the words coquettishly, her voice soft and alluring, with a hint of sensuality. She was quite the captivating girl, adept at using her looks, her body, and her voice. Sometimes just a glance could unleash a wave of desire that even the most oblivious and wooden man couldn't resist.
He was a prime example.
There wasn't a man Xiao Qiao couldn't conquer.
As long as she wanted to.
Wesley's bones were melting, an electrifying current surged up his spine as Xiao Qiao obviously felt this passion. She turned back, gave a charming smile, supported herself on his abdomen with one hand, her fingers lightly sliding over it, causing Wesley's gaze to darken, almost losing his mind.
