I'm Not Late, Am I?
Redakteur: Atlas Studios
Zhao Chen was finally moved by her gaze. He stood up and locked the door. "Come on!"
"Thank you, thank you!"
Feng Mei thanked him repeatedly and was no longer as shy and nervous as before. She sat on the bed and took the initiative to lift up her clothes.
Looking at the towering softness, Zhao Chen felt his mouth go dry. Even his breathing became much faster. However, it was a little inconvenient for him to sit on the edge of the bed. He cleared his throat and said, "Why don't you lie down?"
"Oh, okay." Feng Mei lay in bed obediently and closed her eyes. It couldn't be helped. Zhao Chen's gaze was just too terrifying. He was like a ruthless tiger that made her feel both fear and pride.
So what if she had already become someone's wife? She could still make this handsome guy interested.