He had just come down from the 12th floor and ran into Lin Xueyi head-on.
Lin Xueyi, who had just carefully groomed and dressed up, looked as radiant as a peeled lychee, with skin glowing and radiant.
She was wearing a Lanting Hotel's senior white-collar uniform, her hair elegantly arranged, beneath her skirt were two tender white legs, slender like young bamboo shoots.
Thinking of last night, Lin Xueyi's flirtatious resistance and shy murmur, Yang Fei's heart suddenly stirred.
Unconsciously, his gaze took on a note of admiration.
Lin Xueyi felt his gaze, her cheeks instantly warmed.
In these ten years, she had missed Yang Fei, kept herself pure, never had contact with other men, and last night's madness almost left her unable to get up.
Now, this rascal was using such an intriguing gaze to look at Lin Xueyi, how could Lin Xueyi not feel shy and flustered?
Seeing the elegant and poised Sister Xueyi actually becoming shy, Yang Fei chuckled and stopped teasing her.
