Who Was the One Peeping

Mo Chen's breathing became heavier, and his heart was burning with flames.

His Ning Dai was his little vixen.

Ning Dai was jumping excitedly, but she didn't notice that on the wasteland outside the window, there was a wretched figure holding a pair of binoculars. It was the male fan who had questioned her, Zhang Lei.

His throat kept swallowing saliva, and his eyes stared unblinkingly at the wriggling figure. His fingers were clenched tightly, and his eyes were practically spitting fire.

"You're actually stripping for that cripple? Why aren't you dancing for me?"

Ning Dai's clothes were slowly about to be taken off. Seeing her wriggling her pure white body and smiling as she sat on Mo Chen's body, Zhang Lei wanted to take another look when he saw Mo Chen move the remote control.

The curtains of the entire villa were instantly drawn, blocking the beautiful spring scenery behind them.

"Hiss."

Zhang Lei sucked in a breath of cold air.