Wu Mei sat cross-legged on the bed, her hands behind her neck, gathering her somewhat messy hair and sweeping it up, revealing her extraordinarily fair, porcelain-like nape.
Lin Feng opened the jewelry box, took out the extremely dazzling Desert Star, and sat before Wu Mei. With an expression of endless admiration, he carefully examined the beauty in front of him.
Wu Mei was already an extremely visually impactful woman. Her exquisite beauty, curvaceous and fiery figure, her soft, sweet, trembling voice, not to mention her bewitching peach-blossom eyes—her every gesture exuded a mature charm that could stir a man's deepest impulses.
Such a woman, biting her lower lip as she sat before him, displayed an endearing, pitiable expression. Even if she said nothing, how could any man resist her silent invitation?
Lin Feng knew he couldn't refuse Wu Mei; moreover, he didn't want to refuse.
