Ji Weixi was simply beautiful.
Snow-white skin, a face reminiscent of peach flowers and poppies that no one could resist from taking a bite out of, and be enraptured forevermore.
Li Shaoling had never been interested in women. He had initially been troubled about the intimate moment four years ago, but he was sure of it now.
That she possessed the witchcraft to draw fierce loving from men.
Nevertheless, his eyes cooled.
Was he her first or not?!
Envy quietly arose over his chest again.
Suddenly, he pulled back and rose to his feet, just as his mobile phone incidentally rang.
He glanced at the incoming caller, while fractions of annoyance appeared over his brow.
"Hello."
"Alright."
After two curt words, Li Shaoling quickly hung up. Throwing the woman who was still utterly irritated a disapproving look, he said, "I'm going out for a bit. Don't leave."
