"Pei Zhiyao, don't go…"
Upon entering the room, Pei Zhiyao casually threw Wen Mian onto the bed.
The man turned to leave but before he could act, Wen Mian stopped him.
Her burning hot little hand clutched at Pei Zhiyao's sleeve.
In an instant, Pei Zhiyao's body froze.
The man trembled as he moved closer, his warm breath spreading over Wen Mian's face.
At that moment, with the room bathed in dim light, even if the two were locked in a deeply emotional embrace, no one would notice.
Against the backdrop of the ambiguous atmosphere, Pei Zhiyao stepped closer and closer, pressing in with each move.
Each proximity made Wen Mian's desires almost unbearable.
Finally, at a critical moment, Pei Zhiyao's phone in his pocket vibrated, its 'buzz buzz' sound interrupting his thoughts.
"Pei Zhiyao…"
Below him, Wen Mian was still writhing, making eyes at Pei Zhiyao.
Her seductive appearance was truly drool-inducing.
"Damn it."
