Feng Xian's home was a newly built two-room tiled house.
The bedroom was on the left, and the yoga room exclusively for her use was on the right.
She pushed the door open with her foot and headed straight to the bedroom.
"Sis, you're truly captivating."
Holding the delicate Feng Xian, Yifan's eyes were ablaze.
The mature beauty of a thirty-year-old woman was unmatched by any young girl.
At this moment, her face was full of rosy blush, and her beautiful eyes sparkled.
Her luscious red lips carried a fatal attraction.
Yifan felt his mouth go dry and, unable to resist, lowered his head to kiss her.
Unexpectedly, Feng Xian blocked Yifan's mouth with her hand.
Her beautiful face flashed a playful smile.
"Don't rush, go take a shower first; I don't want our memories tainted with the smell of sweat. Moreover, I have a gift for you."
"Alright, I'll be quick."
