Taking the coat he had taken off, and hanging it on the hanger for him herself, these broken locks had been done since she had married him, chiefly to please him.

Ling Weihao wanted to reach out and unbutton the two buttons on his shirt. However, she was stopped by Jin Puai, and glanced at him with a coquettish smile on her lips. Tonight, she specially wore a purple low-cut suspender skirt, which was looming in the northern hemisphere, with black lace underwear visible inside, an apron tied around her waist, and a faint pink smeared on her lips, which was somewhat enchanting in sexiness.

The voice is soft, as...