"What a strong smell of alcohol, one could think a wine jar has come to life—you've been really into it, so the business must have gone well?"
When Lin Fan pushed open the bedroom door, Ning Mengyao was already seated at the vanity.
Seeing Lin Fan return, a mischievous smile appeared on her face.
She had just come in and already smelled the heavy alcohol on him.
"I did drink quite a bit, but there's no movement on the project yet, though it should be taking shape soon, I guess."
Lin Fan looked at Ning Mengyao in the mirror, her figure graceful.
From this angle, he could clearly see her slender waist that could be easily encircled with his hands.
And her silhouette, shaped like a gourd.
It always led to endless daydreams.
