Luo Qiangwei's eyes curved, and she hugged his arm to pull him inside, "Then come in and bite."
The room was filled with rose petals, even arranged into a heart shape on the large bed.
A small Western-style dinner table in the center was set with candles and red wine.
The atmosphere was enchanting and ambiguous.
Mo Shiche, with his tall figure, stood there, squinting as he glanced around, the smile in his eyes growing thicker, "What, has your conscience awoken to your husband's virtues? Do you want to confess your love to me?"
Luo Qiangwei poured a glass of red wine, turned around to come over, and casually undid her bathrobe tie.
The bathrobe slid down, revealing her bewitchingly sexy body clad in a black silk dress, and her long curly hair cascading down, oozing the ultimate seductive allure.
Mo Shiche stared at her, his body suddenly tensing, his Adam's apple bobbing heavily, "Luo Qiangwei, admit it, are you a siren?"
