When Nan Wan was thrown onto the sofa, she was already in a state where she couldn't speak.
The lights were turned on; the living room was spacious, without too much clutter or decoration. The style was simple and understated.
Propping her palms against the floor to sit up, she turned her face to one side, breathing lightly, with the back of her head facing him.
Mu Jin Huan stood in front of the sofa, his sharply defined face looking gentle at the moment, his deep black eyes holding a subtle smile.
The woman's hair was messily scattered, her small face as big as a palm flushed, and her clothes were obviously wrinkled, possessing a kind of disheveled beauty.
On the black sofa, her white, tender, and round toes curled, making a stark color contrast.
His Adam's apple bobbed as he subtly averted his gaze, speaking unhurriedly with a deep and hoarse voice, "I wonder if Doctor Nan is satisfied with such a rogue?"
