When Nan Zhi heard Lan Yanzhi's voice, her head whipped around to face the door and she realized that she was facing the man's crotch.
Her fair and beautiful face flushed immediately.
Her skin was much whiter compared to other women, and tender like an egg with its shell peeled off. With her face red, it was like a ripe fruit, a thin layer of pink and overflowing with a womanly fragrance from the inside out. It called to him like the tantalising appeal of a forbidden fruit.
Mu Sihan narrowed his eyes slightly. While Nan Zhi was still trying to figure out how to untie his belt, he grabbed her arm and lifted her up, pulling her to her feet.
Before Nan Zhi could react, she was thrown to the french window.
The man's tall and cold body pressed itself over her.
