Feng Yueming had washed himself several times over, ins and outs. He had touched Xiao Meng in the KTV just now to upset her, so he wanted to clean himself thoroughly.
Stepping out from the bathroom, Mi Yao was already lying on the bed.
The woman wore a red camisole nightgown, with its slender straps hanging on her lustrous shoulders. She liked wearing white and seldom wore such a bold red. Now, the red set off her skin as white as snow; her long black hair cascaded over the pillow, framing her exquisite face. This visual impact made it hard for Feng Yueming to look away; she truly was a bewitching little demoness.
Feng Yueming stood above her and reached out to touch her tender cheek.
It had been two weeks since he last saw her, and he hadn't missed her. The unpleasantness of their last encounter had left him feeling sick, so he immersed himself in work to keep his mind full.
But now, seeing her again, he felt his heart stirring uncontrollably.