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Lust for His Touch

Lust for His Touch

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Introduction

On the other hand, the young master's face was full of joy. As for the young man, he couldn't help but say, "I'm sorry, but I'm sorry, but I'm sorry, but I'm sorry, but I'm sorry, but I'm sorry, but I'm sorry, so I'm sorry, so I'm sorry for the trouble. I'm sorry, but I'm sorry, so I'm sorry, so I'm sorry, so I'm sorry for you." As for the most popular family, the stronger one, the stronger one, the more white one. As for the other party and the team, who had made it to the other side, the other party was the only one who had made it to the other side. 1A.m. A. A.m. A. A. A.m. A. A.m. A. A.m. A. A.m. A.a. A.a.a.a.a.a.a.a.a.a.a.a.a.a.a.a.a.
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Chapter 1

  "Beauty, let's have a drink!"

  A goblet filled with blood-red liquid was handed to him.

  The bar was ablaze with red wine, green wine, and loud noises, mixed with the man's big hand on his shoulder intimately, and the evil obscene eyes that drifted to his thigh.

  "Oh?"

  Mu Buluo's lazy and charming eyes, together with her fresh and charming appearance, concealed the disgust in her eyes, and turned into a playful one.

  "My husband will be there soon. If he's not afraid of death, let's meet at night?"

  The voice at the end of the sentence was distant and seductive.

  The man's breath stopped. He was even more certain that he had met a young stunner today.

  "Are you kidding? You're less than 20 years old. Although you're a little sexy, you look still immature. You're still a virgin, aren't you?"

  The man obviously didn't believe it, and his smile became more straightforward and bold.

  He was used to using the excuse of getting married as an excuse to refuse.

  She was in a trance with her eyelashes as thick as butterfly wings, her half-closed eyelids reflecting the red wine glass flickering in her hand and the long figure reflected on the arm of the red wine glass.

  It had been three years.

  Even though she had seen him through the red wine glass and across the sea of people, she could recognize him at a glance.

  The high-quality light blue casual suit with exquisite and elegant brown eyes, deep and three-dimensional facial features, and the natural amber short hair were reflected on it.

  The flickering light in the bar fell in front of his eyes, setting off the attractive ripples.

  Such a man stood at the entrance of the bar, and in the surging crowd, he was very independent.

  Of course, there were also many girls who were attracted by her.

  It was as if there were tens of thousands of gravitational pull forces in this world. They were chasing after each other.

  Mu Damu looked at the reflected image on the arm of the wine glass, and a enchanting and sexy figure was attached to the man's body.

  In the blink of an eye, the curve of the woman's curly hair almost stuck to his chest.

  "Handsome, do you have an appointment tonight?"

  The man's eyes were cold and indifferent. He glanced at the burly man in a black suit behind him.

  The man nodded and tried to stop her with his arms. The woman was instantly pushed away to one meter away, and then she left with pity in her eyes.

  Mu Bimo looked away and glanced at the man sitting next to her, who was ill-disposed and ill-disposed.

  Lin Mengya's eyelids drooped, concealing a hint of scheme.

  The corner of his mouth curled up slightly.

  "Let's gamble for one round?"

  The man raised his cup and clinked it with Mu Momo's. He drank it up and became more interested in it.

  "How to bet?"

  "I'll bet. In a minute, my husband will show up."

  After a pause, Mu Bimo raised the corners of his eyes slightly and smiled. "You won, and I'll give it to you tonight."

  His eyes drifted to the hot and spicy scene on the stage. "I won. You go on stage and perform a steel pipe dance."

  Find a husband within a minute?

  "Are you kidding me?"

  The man looked at the goblet in Mu Bimo's hand with an evil look in his eyes.

  "Deal."

  Mu Xammu once again used the image of the glass to lock her back. In the familiar eyes of that person, there was a fierce brown light.

  The man looked around in the bar for a week and then landed on her back as if it was tangible.

  His gaze was as sharp as a torch, piercing through the air inch by inch.

  Mu Xammu's heart was like falling into a rising and falling deep sea.

  Panic was drifting in the air, and it was difficult for him to extricate himself.

  She could only focus on the glass in her hand and watch the man's mirror getting closer and closer to her.

  His steps were steady and his figure was tall and straight. He was like a noble young man who was detached from the world.

  But she didn't dare to look back for a long time.

  And he didn't dare to... look at him.

  Finally, the man, from far to near, stood in front of her with his body straight and straight.