Back at Ling Yajing's place, Chu Mo stood at the door stretching his arms, but felt somewhat sore all over, "That woman last night, really crazy, demanded me seven or eight times, if it weren't for my physique being dozens of times stronger than an average man, I would have been drained dead..."
Entering the living room, he saw a gorgeous figure descending the stairs, her hair pulled high and her fair, charming neck, just this figure alone could captivate thousands, isn't this his aloof wife?
Just coming down the stairs, Ling Yajing, upon seeing Chu Mo return, suddenly felt an inexplicable dissatisfaction.
Although marrying Chu Mo was entirely her father's idea, after all, Chu Mo was her husband, yet he didn't come home all night.
Immediately, a cold snort came from her pretty nose and she fiercely glared at Chu Mo, Ling Yajing then approached him coming down the stairs.