Who Asked You to Climb on My Bed?

Ye Qianqian lay on the wide bed, a thin blanket covering her appealing figure, with only her slender and beautiful eyes showing outside. She felt like an attractive present wrapped up and waited in anticipation for Mu Sihan to enter the room.

Only a dark orange wall lamp was turned on in the bedroom. Under the gentle rays of light, she looked at the tall figure that had walked in, and her heartbeat accelerated uncontrollably.

The man strode into the room with his long legs. He was wearing a custom-made black shirt, his face was flawless as if it was carved out by a master sculptor, his features perfect and pronounced, the contours of his face sharp and cold. He was shockingly handsome.

There was a strong aura that came into the room with him and he exuded a masculine scent from within, making the woman feel a wanting desire.

In Ye Qianqian's heart, he was arrogant and wild, like a king who was above everyone else.