Leng Hao looked Ye Xiaotao in the eye. She was around 20 years old, pretty, and lively. Her features were extremely exquisite. Her pink cheeks were puffed up in anger, and the key thing was that her expressions were still childish. She was just like a flower that had grown up in the greenhouse, and as the man looked at her, he had the impulse to commit a crime. He wanted to vandalize her body.
Her skin was very white, and there was a pinkish tinge to it. Leng Hao moved his hand in his pocket, and he suddenly thought about that woman from that night…
That woman's skin was just like hers. It was youthful and supple. His hand was on top. Although there was no light, he only had to press slightly and felt that her skin was really so supple.
The feeling felt too good, and that woman was pestering him. He was tempted.
And that resulted in a whole chain of events afterwards.
