Liu Zhizhong still had plenty of time, so after rushing home, he felt he could still cook a meal for Xiang Wenxin.
Originally, he planned to mooch a meal at the Qian and Xuan family, but he thought it might be better to wrap up matters with Xiang Wenxin instead.
As a result, when he got home, he was flabbergasted.
From the kitchen, wafts of tantalizing aroma were already escaping.
He ran over to see, and lo and behold, the Southern Goddess was wearing an apron, exuding style, her back to him, expertly stir-frying.
Beneath that beautiful apron, ah, the tight home attire outlined a captivating figure from behind, especially those perky and shapely buttocks, the slender back, and legs—it was wildly provocative, making one wish...
Liu Zhizhong also sighed secretly, no wonder Chen Yuanyuan, that unlucky guy, made such a mistake; even I want to make a mistake now!
How awesome is this woman?
