Mu Yunlie had already dressed himself.
Right now, his mind was filled with the images from just before.
The white tank top worn by the young girl was very small and short, revealing a waist that was too slender to fill a grasp.
Yet above, the tank top seemed barely able to contain the fullness of her chest, about to spill over.
Two prominent collarbones sketched out enticing curves.
Her body was covered in sweat, like morning buds about to bloom, dotted with dewdrops, radiating pure desire.
It made one unable to resist the urge to pluck...
Mu Yunlie shut his eyes tight, but these images just wouldn't leave his mind.
Not until the door was fiercely pushed open did the images in his mind shatter.
He glanced up.
The girl stood at the doorway, puffing up her cheeks and glaring at him.
"Mu Yunlie, you know that we must be married for a year before we can divorce, right?"
Yan Qianyi walked over to the bedside, hands on her hips and full of attitude.
