C705 Secret of the Personal Hands?

Qin Chuan sat bound on the floor, his eyes fixed on the formidable woman lounging on the sofa, his face painted with an eager-to-please smile.

"Actually, that was all just a big misunderstanding," he stammered.

"Oh? A misunderstanding?" The woman gave Qin Chuan a cool glance, then casually hoisted her shapely legs, encased in black leather pants, onto the table