There really was an impulse that made one's heart itch and blood rush straight to the head.
"Officer, do you want to try it as well? Scratching your strong skin with my nail, the oozing of your cherry-red blood, must be quite tempting," Ye Lu said languidly as she lifted her hand that had scratched Third Young Master Jun's skin, placed it by her lips, her cherry lips parted slightly, gently biting her fingertip—her fair finger against her red lips formed a rather sexual, sensuous image.
Her eyes held a meaningful, enticing glimmer, glistening like ripples on the water, as she watched the gang leader, her voice coquettishly ingrained with a bone-melting allure, like silk threads winding and subtly stirring the man's physiological instincts.
