It felt as if something was relentlessly approaching her; the next second, her waist tightened. As it was enveloped by large hands, she instantly lost her balance.
"Swipe!"
Another rare, beautiful sound occurred. The sheets slid off the girl, exposing her perfect body to the air once again.
"You..."
The girl angrily raised her cold brow, yet she was helpless, for Ye Chenfeng had her firmly restrained, unable to move.
The girl in his arms was a full 175 centimeters tall, her angelic face with a touch of youthful innocence, seemingly about seventeen or eighteen years old. However, her figure was comparable to someone like Han Zhushang.
The reputation of Western giants isn't just talk!
Though the girl was youthful, her eyes exuded a natural allure. Even when angry, she had a cool and glamorous aura.
"Who are you? What are you doing here?" The girl, having seen Ye Chenfeng's face clearly, no longer spoke in Russian and instead asked in English.
