Ming Wan glanced at the two figures from behind. The man was quite tall; he was slightly hunched, and his well-tailored shirt outlined his broad, sturdy shoulders and back. The sleeves were rolled up slightly, and one hand rested on the woman's head, the wristwatch he wore reflected light in the night, its understated design hinting at luxury, clearly someone of status.
His other hand was placed on the woman's supple waist, his towering frame enveloping her slender body. The rich scent of male hormones fermented in the air, carrying an indescribable masculinity and allure.
Just looking at the man's back, Ming Wan felt an inexplicable flutter in her heart.
Madam Xiao expressed her disdain, "One look and you can tell she's a strumpet sneaking around having an affair."
The man was dressed impeccably, the woman full of seductive charm, obviously up to no good.
"Wanwan, don't worry, our Yichen is definitely not that kind of person," she reassured.
