Back at home, Su Fan lay in his own room.
It wasn't long before Wang Fei arrived.
Dressed in a beige pencil skirt, her hair curly, she exuded a mature charm.
It seemed she had even put on a beautiful makeup look just to see Su Fan.
"Little brother, good evening,"
the moment Wang Fei stepped in, she jumped onto the bed, and pounced onto Su Fan.
She looked at Su Fan with a seductive face.
If it had been like before, Su Fan would have definitely felt his heart flutter, truly enchanted,
but now he felt that it was all a trap.
This was nothing but Wang Fei's disguise.
A honey trap, using her own beauty to bewitch Su Fan, to get him to do things for her.
Even the gift of a cellphone, recognizing each other as sworn siblings, all were Wang Fei's strategies.
Su Fan was certain that Wang Fei had deceived him, but to what extent, what was true, what was false?
At this moment, Su Fan had already adjusted his emotions.
He acted as if nothing was wrong.
