Lu Yumei's heart raced like crazy, and her face flushed red.
The beautiful flowers, fragrant to the core.
The man she saw was handsome and spirited.
This scene was utterly captivating.
For a moment, she felt dazed and somewhat flustered.
Her heart thumped wildly, like a deer crashing around, and her delicate, white-jade face turned increasingly hot.
What was this deadbeat doing?
Didn't he know his place?
Oh God, if word got out, wouldn't people laugh?
Liu Zhizhong gazed at his mother-in-law, unable to suppress the stirring in his heart.
She had just taken a bath, her scent fresh and pleasing.
Beneath the loose, light apricot sleeping gown, it seemed like she wore nothing, her figure outstandingly prominent.
Not to mention her tender face, rosy and white, her bright eyes shimmering intensely.
Her lips pursed then parted slightly, her breathing somewhat rapid, charmingly shy yet with an inherent hint of spring's romantic allure.
