"You wretched woman!" Qin Mofeng shouted, feeling like he was going insane.
What he desired had deviated severely from his original goal, and the woman before him could stir up the most terrifying battle lust from deep within him.
But——
Jin Min tightened her grip on him, and while he was dazed, she stood on tiptoe and blew on his face.
Qin Mofeng suddenly froze, squinting at Jin Min.
Jin Min sneered coldly, "Young Master Qin, you're way too easily aroused. You don't even have the basic self-control of a man. With just a gentle grasp from me, you're done for."
Qin Mofeng glanced at her, gave a forceful push, and said coldly, "Do you think you're a goddess?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he walked towards the bathroom upstairs. The entire space was filled with a peculiar scent.
Jin Min's hand still held the warmth of the man.
She shivered, suddenly feeling an emptiness, unsoothed, too painful, too hollow.
She wanted to go another round.
Qin Mofeng had gone upstairs.
