Nan Mufeng chuckled, his heart still fluttering from the beautiful scene just now.
Four years of abstinence, and it's easy to get worked up...
However, it still wasn't the right time.
"Pervert, dirty pervert!"
The curses continued to flow, and Nan Mufeng leisurely made her a pot of chrysanthemum tea to place on the dining table before leaving a note and obediently going back to his own place.
......
"Pervert, dirty pervert!"
Jian Xi, in the bedroom, cursed until her mouth was dry and finally had to stop.
She wanted to drink some water; her throat felt like it was on fire.
Of course, she couldn't go out wrapped in a towel again. Opening the closet, she didn't even dare to wear a skirt and changed into a very conservative long-sleeved top and pants. Then, like a thief, she carefully opened the door just a crack.
God knows why she felt so intimidated in front of Nan Mufeng!
She was obviously a very capable assassin. As Feng Huang put it, she was "feared by all."
