Shen Zechuan stretched out his index finger, placed it between Xiao Chiye's eyebrows, and then slowly moved down along the bridge of his nose.
Reaching the already moist lips, with a hint of evil, he rubbed them a few more times.
Xiao Chiye's Adam's apple slid up and down with the moist fingertips.
Concept: A lot of money can't buy Lan Zhou's smile