Mu Lingqian looked at the woman before him with an extremely cold gaze.
He had encountered many shameless women, but this was the first time he came across one who was so unashamedly brazen.
She wanted to share his bed?
No woman had ever been able to climb into his bed, except for Wen Xiangyang!
"Young Master Mu…" Seeing that Mu Lingqian was silent, his deep gaze seemingly sucking in her soul, Zhao Xi'er naturally assumed that Mu Lingqian had been coerced into helplessness, silently signaling her that he would allow her to get close to him.
Zhao Xi'er climbed off the bed. Although Zhao Yunfan had an excellent physique, he was in his forties after all. Mu Lingqian was different. He was not yet thirty, the most charismatic age for a man. More so, he was the man Zhao Xi'er had always fantasized about. To share a bed with this man was her dream.
She loved Zhao Yunfan, but she did not believe that she could only be with him.