Leng Hao looked at her small mouth, which opened and closed like the petals of a rose in the morning, with a delicate fragrance. When she spoke, she would reveal a bit of her small and beautiful teeth.
"Why should I believe you?"
Ye Xiaotao was about to explode with anger. She directly said, "Believe it or not! I will definitely investigate this matter."
She turned around and left.
But she couldn't leave because a muscular arm reached out from behind and wrapped around her slender waist. She took a step back and crashed into the man's broad chest.
His body still had the familiar clear scent, and at this moment, there was also a bit of fragrance from bath lingering around him. He had probably just showered, and Ye Xiaotao's legs instantly went soft.
She hated herself very much. No matter how he treated her, as long as he touched her, she could not suppress the feelings in her body.
She liked to make physical contact with him.
