Wet dream and the day of retrial
In the Xiong Mansion, East Wing.
Lying down on the bed, Xiong Zhi stared dazedly at the ceiling. She caressed her moon necklace. The beautiful melody of guzheng played in the background.
In her mind, the scorching hot kiss inside the dark room was revisited over and over again. With misty eyes, she unconsciously touched her lips.
Linfeng was usually serious, like a refined gentleman. His shirt normally was buttoned up to his throat, his necktie tightly wrapped around his neck without a wrinkle, his suit well-ironed, his hair neatly brushed, his face cold. He was like an ascetic monk who was far from the worldly desires of the mortal world.
Yet that night, he was like a predator. His eyes shone with a dangerous glint, as if wanting to devour her. His body was naked, his skin glistened with sweat, and the sculpted muscles on his arms, chests, and abdomen made him look like a sexy Adonis.