Feng Sinan Strode into the living room and saw Su Xiaoying at first glance.
Su Xiaoying sat on the soft wool carpet. She had just taken a shower and was wearing a simple cream-colored t-shirt with Jean shorts underneath. She looked like a football baby.
She sat by the French window, her soft and boneless body gently leaning against the wall. She did not know where a few wisps of breeze blew past her soft hair, and one could vaguely see her soft and charming little face from the extreme water, it was indescribably beautiful and delicate and moving in its softness.
Feng Sinan’s footsteps slowed, and his deep and narrow eyes lingered on her body.
She leaned against the window, and no one knew what she was thinking. Her two slender and beautiful legs stretched forward, and the young girl’s unique fragrance had already been blown into the air, slowly reaching under his nose, seducing his nerves.
