Jiang Linyuan entered the guesthouse complex; Fu Bing's room was still lit.
The translucent curtains revealed the soft curves of a woman's silhouette.
Jiang Linyuan swallowed hard.
As expected of a top-tier celebrity, even her figure is superior to others.
Just then, the light in Fu Bing's room went out.
A slender, snow-white arm reached out to close the window.
Against the backdrop of the night sky, the fair and delicate arm seemed to have hooks, drawing out all of Jiang Linyuan's insidious thoughts.
Jiang Linyuan bent over and crept into the yard.
Some careless person hadn't even locked the ground floor's main door.
Jiang Linyuan grew more excited as he approached, twisting the lock on Fu Bing's door.
To his surprise, it opened with a simple twist.