Juliana Lewis put his arm around Benson Leach's neck and looked up at him. "How does Ah Cheng want to relax?"

Benson Leach lowered his head, and he could see her white skin from the corner of his eye, which made him thirsty.

Just as soon as the idea started, he was discouraged again: "If you can see it, you can't eat it. Is that relaxation?"

Benson Leach bit Juliana Lewis's lip gloomily. "That's called punishment."

Juliana Lewis could not help but sip his lips and ...