"President Li, you're so bad..."
The woman said coquettishly, teasingly resisting while her slender, fair arms rested on his shoulders, her passionate red lips closing in.
Li Guangyuan was about to taste the flavor of her lipstick when suddenly a cold voice sounded, "Li Guangyuan..."
The voice was calm and without waves, yet it carried a chilling coldness, seemingly capable of freezing him to the bone.
Li Guangyuan shivered and opened his eyes, only then realizing it was just a dream.
Setting aside that voice, Li Guangyuan could still feel the sensation of warm fragrance and soft jade in his arms.
Those women's bodies are so soft, and they smell so good, and when they call me President Li, their voices are gentle and soft, like little cat paws scratching at my heart.
Li Guangyuan didn't get up but lay there, staring at the ceiling.
So this is the life of the wealthy, huh? Being rich is really nice; no wonder everyone wants money.
