Women's Empty Promises Can't Be Trusted

Faced with Elizabeth's teasing, Jiang Che, being an upright gentleman, naturally did not indulge her and directly reached out with his wicked hands.

Elizabeth did not resist. She merely kicked her pair of fair little feet into Jiang Che's lap, leaned sideways against the bed, and tilted her head at him. "Jiang, do you men really like women's legs that much?"

"Of course! Your legs are simply top-tier. What man wouldn't like them?"

Jiang Che nodded seriously, as if it were only natural.

Elizabeth was the quintessential mature Western beauty—valiant and striking, with a tall figure and a pair of long legs that had to be nearly a meter long. They were the kind of legs a man could play with for years, and they hit Jiang Che right in the heart!

"What use is it if those men outside like them?" Elizabeth's tone remained full of seduction. "Only you can truly have them and control them."

As she spoke, her tone suddenly shifted. Calmly withdrawing her snow-white legs, she said, "Jiang, it's time for breakfast."

"Next time, when there's time, you can touch them however you want."

Clearly, Elizabeth was doing this on purpose. She just wanted to see him stuck in that awkward state.

Women were all petty creatures. She had not forgotten that Jiang Che had three other women outside!

Jiang Che pursed his lips and said nothing.

The same old line again. He had long grown sick of women's empty promises.

Besides, when exactly there would be time was entirely up to Elizabeth, wasn't it?

"Hm? Why aren't you going to wash your hands?"

"No need. I'll eat like this. Adds flavor."

Elizabeth: ...

After having breakfast with Elizabeth, the Ji Ni Tai Mei Hao yacht docked again at eight in the morning, just as