"Bang!"
Ye Qianming leisurely put on his clothes, then with a wave of his hand.
Luo Qingtong's body instantly soared into the air, tossed onto the beauty couch placed beside him.
Next, the man, still hot from his recent bath, pressed down on her, trapping her firmly between the beauty couch and his arms.
"This surprise pleases me greatly," he said.
Ye Qianming's voice was hoarse.
His gaze was fiery as he looked at Luo Qingtong.
Sensing that Luo Qingtong might be in danger, he had just dealt with trouble, the scent of blood still on him.
He had planned to find her after his bath to see what had happened on her end, but didn't expect that she would come looking for him instead.
Looking at the young woman who suddenly appeared before him, Ye Qianming's eyes were unfathomably deep and somber.
"Did you come directly to me because you missed me?"
The light in Ye Qianming's eyes sparkled.
