Gee! When did this policewoman become so hot! She had even adopted such a bold and sexy pose!
"Look! You admitted it, right?" Essa asked sarcastically while staring at him.
He asked in reply, "What did I admit? You think too highly of your breasts! There are countless women with bigger and prettier breasts! Why do you think it's your breasts that attracted me?"
Essa shrugged and said, "Do you want to know why I think so? It's because I have no other merit to attract you other than my breasts. I don’t think it could be counted as merit though."
Hearing this, Jazz frowned and said, "You should not have looked down on yourself!" "Actually, I don't look down on myself. On the contrary, I have a clear estimation of myself. I understand I am not worthy of you. Both of our 'hardware' and 'software' are not in the same grade. President Valentine, you are free, but I am very I'm busy. I don't have time to play games with you." She had made it truly clear.
Jazz said, "I don’t have time to play games either. With my conditions, many women would throw themselves on me. If I want to play games, I will not choose you, right?"
Essa pursed her lips and kept silent.
The car kept going ahead, and after a while, she asked, "Where are you taking me?"
"Dinner." He turned on the turn signal and turned the car around.
"I'm going back home for dinner. Let me get off the car now."
Jazz ignored her words, continued to drive regardless, and stopped the car outside the woods near the suburbs in the end.
There was a restaurant inside, and the food there was homely and very delicious, but Essa had a poor appetite.
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