Under the moonlight, such an enchanting woman amidst the desolate wilds, sigh...
Regardless, Liu Zhizhong was dumbfounded, saliva nearly drooling from his mouth.
Lu Yumei, while adjusting her pretty black swim cap, looked at Liu Zhizhong and couldn't help but laugh, "You little brat, what's the matter with you, possessed by a ghost?"
Liu Zhizhong shook his head on the spot, like an animal waking up with a shake of its tail, and exclaimed, "Mrs. Lu, oh my, it's your witchery I've fallen under! I never imagined that you, in this outfit, could be so dazzlingly sexy, peerlessly beautiful. Is there even a chance for other women to live?"
"You little brat, you're such a smooth-talker!"
Lu Yumei feigned scolding with her lips, but was secretly pleased in her heart.
After all, women do indeed love to hear compliments, to listen to men's praises.
Liu Zhizhong grabbed his phone, earnestly saying, "Not recording this would be a disservice to my life..."
