Zhao junhan remembered that when he first met Feng Nan, she had always dressed elegantly and exuded an air of elegance. However, no one could have imagined that under the clothes that he had thought were nothing special, was a body that could make one's soul fall out.
She knew how to show off her advantages. Her hair drooped down to cover half of her face, and her skin was as white as milk.
"Why did you come at this time?"
Zhao junhan held her waist and imagined what she would look like in bed. He became interested and directly lifted her skirt.
In the villa, aunt Zhao was still awake. When she heard the commotion outside, she had already boiled two cups of tea and brought them out. She happened to see this scene.
Mother Zhao lowered her head and put down the teacup. It was clear that Feng Nan and Zhao junhan had been in a relationship for a long time, but by doing this in front of the servants, Zhao junhan felt like he was treating her like a toy.
