His thin lips repeatedly kissed the enchanting beauty mark at the corner of her eye, his voice low and heated, "When is your Senior Brother Sheng coming back to the country?"
He intentionally emphasized the words 'Senior Brother Sheng'.
His scorching breath seemed about to ignite Nan Wan, her thoughts and reason dictated solely by his words, "Maybe... a few days before the Spring Festival..."
The wall lamp was still on, the warm yellow light creating a comfortable atmosphere.
Her soft voice was like a kitten licking its food, tender and alluring.
"Does he like you?"
Too many men were interested in Mrs. Mu, like flies that couldn't be swatted away.
"I... don't know."
"Aren't you pretty smart?"
"... I'm not smart now."
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This was probably the liveliest breakfast ever, as the childhood friends occasionally burst into a crisp and pleasant laughter.
Nan Wan rested her chin in her hand, watching the two of them, a light smile hovering over her delicate features.
