The man's eyes were filled with heavy gloom—these consecutive days of neglect were meant to make her realize that he was her master. Yet, surprisingly, she seemed happy to be free and easy, completely forgetting his existence.
Damn it, who was neglecting whom in the end?
The man full of resentment was very dangerous, and he grabbed her bath towel and yanked it hard.
Wei Anning's heart was startled, and she quickly tried to clutch the bath towel, but it was too late. The man lifted his hand, the bath towel flew off, and the last piece of her modesty was gone, leaving her perfectly exposed before him like a newborn baby.
Leng Youchen's fiery eyes swept over every inch of the woman without missing a spot; his breathing was heavy and rapid, the breath he exhaled even hotter, as if he wanted to burn her to ashes.
