Li Huiqiao was a bit upset: "What do you mean, are you treating me like a princess in a nightclub? They need money, but I didn't get a single penny."
Wen Xuan looked at her angry face and couldn't help but kissed her lips: "Are you angry?"
"Hmph!"
Li Huiqiao turned her gaze away.
"Don't be angry, it's just that she can't know for now, okay?"
Li Huiqiao's heart softened a little, but she didn't show it: "I don't get it, what do you see in her? She's so old, her stamina is failing, she can't make you feel as good as I do."
"Yes, yes!" Wen Xuan kept kissing her: "When I was into her, perhaps it was because she resembled my mom. I thought she was my true love, but I never expected to meet you later. Huiqiao, oh Huiqiao, why didn't you appear earlier? Wouldn't I have avoided marrying her then?"
Li Huiqiao is indeed a woman, easily swayed by sweet talk.
"Then tell me, do you plan to spend your whole life with her?"
