Anan's voice had a special magnetism, causing Xi Mei's heart to tremble. She was not an inexperienced young girl, but the clean, masculine aura of Anan made her feel refreshed and delighted. When her eyes met Anan's, this feeling became even more apparent. This man had a natural charm, making it hard for her to resist exploring further.
Xi Mei leaned to the side, revealing the whiteness of her chest in front of Anan. She placed her hands around his neck and gently rubbed her chest against his sturdy body. "How old are you, brother? Do you have a wife at home?"
"No." Anan shook his head, tilting his body back, trying to distance himself from Xi Mei.
