"So forward?"
A sly smile crept across Jiang Xinghai's face. 'As expected of women from South Korea. Quite the exotic flavor!'
"Whatever you want to do, sir, we'll go along with it."
"Mhmm, we know all sorts of tricks. We guarantee you'll be in ecstasy..."
The two South Korean women reached out to unbuckle Jiang Xinghai's belt.
"Do I look like that kind of man?"
With a wave of his hand, Jiang Xinghai sent a blast of air that swept the two women into a corner of the room.
Admittedly, after the acupuncture and massage session with Feng Lulu earlier, he had been burning with desire and wanted some release.
But tonight was for celebrating Feng Lulu's birthday. Everyone was waiting outside. How could he possibly fool around at a time like this?
"Sir, is it because you think we're dirty?"
"You don't have to worry, sir. We get full check-ups every week. We're clean."
