Ning Mei had made a special effort with her appearance today.
Her long hair, seemingly casually draped over her shoulders, was exceptionally smooth, clearly just washed.
Her delicate features were adorned with a light makeup, adding an even more powerful presence to her already spirited brows.
This mature, sisterly quality was simply fatal to men's attraction.
And she just had to wear a tank top and short skirt, with black stockings wrapped underneath.
The mature charm was almost uncontrollably wafting out.
"Ning Mei, your coffee."
Wang Dahai, after changing his shoes, took a coffee out of the bag and handed it over.
When Ning Mei took the coffee, her fingers gently traced across his palm, "Thank you."
Wang Dahai's heart rippled from her touch, almost responding.
After entering the living room, Wang Dahai sat on the sofa, holding a cup of coffee, waiting for the right moment.
"Mr. Wang..."
"Ning Mei, call me Dahai."
"Dahai, have you eaten?"