Jian Anning almost dropped the towel she was holding, and it fell to the floor!
It was evening now, the myriad lights outside casting a glow like twinkling stars. In the room were only the two of them. Though, in this period, Yu Zexiao had been incredibly arrogant, as if he couldn't despise her enough. Yet he wasn't the least bit repulsed by Jiang Xuanqi.
But how could she forget, Yu Zexiao had spent a night with her!
And after all, the only man she remembers in her twenty-six years is him alone.
Besides, Zhao Ziyin was right, as long as it wasn't murder or arson, he could do anything because he was Yu Zexiao!
Putting aside anything else, just his strikingly beautiful face, and his tall and straight figure that did not lack masculine charm, was an ultimate weapon!
He, he, in the middle of the night, a man and a woman alone, he's undressing, what is he intending to do?
