Her feet were a sensitive area for her. Zhao Dong's gentle touch made her breathing quicken and her heart race. Her face burned hot!
However, she didn't move away.
Zhao Dong's hand climbed up to her ankle, then slowly moved higher.
Wang Jing took the opportunity to lean over him, pressing her soft bosom against his chest.
Just then, Zhao Dong stopped. A glint flashed in his eyes as he squinted and asked deliberately, "Do you offer any... special services here?"
Hearing his words, the light in Wang Jing's eyes dimmed.
She slowly sat up and said indifferently, "We offer any service you can imagine.
"But I never perform those services, so my shifts are few and far between. It must be fate that we ran into each other today."
So she isn't that kind of woman... Zhao Dong breathed a sigh of relief. He smiled slightly without saying anything.
But Wang Jing bit her lip, her face reddening as she said, "Zhao Dong, do you want that kind of service?"
