Qin Qi rolled his eyes in annoyance, "Didn't you say you wouldn't drain me tonight?"
"Just a couple of sips!" Ling Feixue said with a smile, "I won't go deep into draining you!"
Qin Qi could only shrug, "Alright, alright!"
Ling Feixue then beamed with joy, raised her hips and nestled between Qin Qi's legs.
Only then did Qin Qi realize.
After finishing earlier, Ling Feixue had only put on a short skirt, not even bothering with her underwear which was tossed aside.
Soon, Ling Feixue was kneeling between his legs, looking at the already erect thing she had been toying with, and began to savor it eagerly.
Like enjoying a delicious treat, she was particularly enthusiastic and engrossed!
Qin Qi recalled her earlier words and curiously asked, "So according to you, the reason Mr. Mu is trying to win me over is actually to have me fight for the company in this mine vein competition?"
Ling Feixue moved her little head, mumbling indistinctly for a while.
