As soon as the door was opened, Ragib's handsome face was right outside the door, as relaxed as if he had come to his own hotel.
"Don't dawdle. It will take you a long time to open a door." Ragib crossed Zoya with dissatisfaction and walked in.
Zoya glared at him. "You just want to stay here for one night, don't you?"
"Of course." After Ragib entered, he swept his gaze across her hall. "It's such a small house. You usually invite me here. I'm not used to staying in a place like this for a long time." "Sh*t, then you don't want to come here!"
Zoya gritted her teeth and said, "I'll make it clear first. If you dare to touch a strand of my hair, I'll never be polite to you!"
Ragib threw the key to the Ferrari onto the sofa in the hall. He turned around and scanned her from head to toe.
It was different from her usual style of dressing. Zoya was wearing a lady's casual t- shirt, a long-sleeved shirt, a high-collar, tight- fitting jeans, and a middle-sized waist.
