Jin Lin was very slim, but not to the point of having barely any flesh on her bones; her figure was exceedingly fine, and especially her proud chest attracted much attention.
Now, clad so seductively, it goes without saying how enticing she was.
Hua Miaomiao, a perfectly normal man, had already turned away, but his mind incessantly replayed the scene he had just witnessed with Jin Lin.
He thought he must be reacting this way because he had been neglecting his needs in that department; otherwise, why would he feel the urge to pounce on Jin Lin.
It was nothing more than a man's instinct.
Taking a deep breath, Hua Miaomiao finally turned around after a long while, his gaze icy, his tone laced with a hint of reproach, "Jin Lin, this is my home, please have some self-respect!"
