Chapter 269: What Kind of Relaxation Is This
Le Jia pursed her lips, sat up, and planted a kiss on Alan Duncan's cheek and lips. "Alright, you can give me lots of advice now."
She stepped back, smiling at Alan Duncan, but noticed the deepening red in his eyes. She couldn't help but swallow. "Or maybe, I should think about it myself?"
She tried to slowly pull the paper from Alan Duncan's hand, but her hand was enveloped by his large one. With a forceful tug, Le Jia fell into his arms.
A low, husky voice whispered in her ear, "A bit of relaxation can be good for inspiration."
As he spoke, his hand slipped under her clothes.
An hour later, Le Jia took a deep breath and pouted, "Alan Duncan, you bastard." What kind of relaxation was this?
Alan Duncan wasn't angry. He picked up her cloth
