"Not gonna happen!"
Zhang Xuewen didn't even turn her head, answering softly.
She knew Chen Dashan well. To his women, Chen Dashan was always accommodating and doting, not at all like some men.
"Mmm..."
Another wave of soul-stirring moans came from the pharmacy, making Zhao Jiayao feel weak all over; her legs seemed as if they couldn't stand firm, and she curiously peeked into the room.
"Bastard, where are you touching?"
The woman's scolding voice made it even more embarrassing.
Zhao Jiayao craned her neck to see, on the king-sized bed, a woman with skin as white as snow, wearing only underwear lying on the bed, her body curvy and sleek as jade, her pretty face veiled thinly, adding to her allure.
Her black hair draped over her shoulders, and her snow-white skin peeked out from the gaps in her hair, creating a strong visual impact.
This scene was breathtakingly beautiful.
Such a beauty, not to mention men, even women would feel parched looking at her.
