"You're the only good man I know—the only one I can truly trust."
"I saw the painting Xiao Yu drew. She relies on you like a father. I'm not asking you to be exclusively with me, and I don't need any material support from you. All I ask is that you're serious when we're together."
Gao Yuan couldn't help but be moved by Xiao Xiao's words, which were practically a confession.
The woman before him was impeccable in every way—her figure, her looks, even her wealth.
How could Gao Yuan possibly refuse Xiao Xiao's bold confession tonight?
Gao Yuan released Xiao Xiao's hand. With a faint smile, she gently slipped out of her Santa outfit and let it fall to the floor.
Looking at Xiao Xiao's near-perfect figure, even though her body held no more secrets for him, Gao Yuan was still captivated by her perfection.
Xiao Xiao slowly placed her hands on Gao Yuan, her eyes filled with bliss as she caressed his solid chest through his shirt.
