Liu Sanming's eyes couldn't help but light up.
Having just been intimate with Li Nanhu, the wicked fire had already made his kidneys feel hot.
And although Lu Xiaoyue wasn't as beautiful as Li Nanhu, her figure was much better than the likes of Zheng Fang.
If the full score is ten, Lu Xiaoyue could surely score an eight.
In the same league as Su Rui and Lin Meiqi.
And Lu Xiaoyue had a narrow waist, slender waist, and a perky bottom.
This made the waist-to-hip ratio, as well as the visual appeal, very strong.
From Liu Sanming's perspective, this ripe peach, though not as plump as Sister-in-law's, was charming with its petite plumpness, almost bursting, and possessed a white, glistening luster.
"You don't regret it?"
Liu Sanming said coldly.
Lu Xiaoyue's face turned red, embarrassedly lowering her head, not daring to meet his gaze, slowly nodding.
"I don't regret it, as long as Mr. Liu is willing to forgive me, I am willing to offer my body, to make Mr. Liu comfortable."
