"Not happy?" Mu Jin Huan walked unhurriedly into the bedroom, closed the door behind him with his foot, and with a heated smile in his dark eyes, reassured, "Don't worry, I'll satisfy you."
The lights in the room were off, and the faint remnants of twilight shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows, creating a subtle glow.
Nan Wan sank into the soft bedding, not yet over the brief sensation of weightlessness, when the man's heavy body pressed down.
With her hands against his chest, she asked with a stern face, "Mu Jin Huan, do you think I'm not as pretty as those young girls now, so you dislike me?"
Her long hair, like seaweed, was replaced by a playful shoulder-length cut, her delicate features unadorned, her skin fair and clean, her almond eyes clear like a spring brook, looking as youthful as a university student.
It made Mu Jin Huan feel like he was committing a crime.
The warmth of his body was fermenting uncontrollably, yet he remained perfectly calm.
