In Li Xiaoqiang's heart, there were now ten thousand wild horses galloping, and these wild horses were howling up to the sky, merging with the voice inside Li Xiaoqiang.
This lady in white was indescribably beautiful; in Li Xiaoqiang's heart, Hong Ling was a practiced beauty, exuding an air of charm energy, especially with her long, beautiful eyes and sexy red lips.
But He Huanhuan's beauty was cold.
"Sir, the village chief asked me to serve you."
"Serve me?"
Li Xiaoqiang got excited in his heart, and instantly stood up from the wooden tub, saying, "Young lady... up..."
"Ah!"
Just as Li Xiaoqiang stood up, he saw the young lady staring at him below, letting out a scream.
"Uh..."
This sound scared Li Xiaoqiang, and he quickly crouched back in the tub, saying, "Um... sorry..."
At this moment, the young lady's face turned an even deeper red.
The young lady dared not even raise her head to look at Li Xiaoqiang.
Li Xiaoqiang changed the topic, asking, "What is your name?"
