329, Correcting customers, at the door

Shi Yuhuan left no room for negotiation, "No, I don't want to care for a sick cat!"

Knowing that he cared for her, Song Qinghuan groaned in frustration and finally compromised: "Then can we wait until my cold is fully cured, and then start exercising?"

Even if she had to compromise, she would delay her exercise for as long as possible, and only stick to it when there were no alternatives.

Shi Yuhuan pinched her face with his finger, then bent over, forcefully kissing her lips.

Before the kiss could deepen, suddenly the villa's doorbell rang. Shi Yuhuan frowned and got up.

Song Qinghuan embarrassingly touched her neck, bit her lip and said, "I'll go open the door!"

En route, she was all smiles.

But the moment she opened the door and saw the person standing outside, the smile on her face froze instantly.

The woman standing outside was youthful and beautiful with delicate features. Her slim figure boasted a proud bosom.