Baby, Are You Still Angry With Me?

When she woke up the next day, Qiao Mianmian was still aching all over.

"Good morning, Baby."

When she opened her eyes, she saw a handsome face.

The man's facial features were deep and well-defined as if they were carved. His dark red lips were slightly curled up, and he was holding his head with one hand, looking at her with a sexy smile.

His well-defined muscles were exposed, and the lines were so smooth and sexy it made one want to touch him.

Qiao Mianmian couldn't resist the temptation the moment she opened her eyes early in the morning.

Just as she thought about how cruel he was last night, her desire for him vanished.

As she moved, she felt an uncomfortable ache in her thighs.

She furrowed her brows in pain.

She glared at the culprit and didn't even want to greet him.

This despicable man.

He was usually very obedient.

But at that time, he wouldn't budge no matter how much she begged him.