"You rascal, how dare you disrupt my spiritual focus!"
Shen Fanyun took a deep breath. Adhering to the principle of "look not upon impropriety," he shifted his gaze away from Lin Jia's ample, voluptuous body.
It seems I'm capable of misjudgment, too. I had previously thought Lin Jia was just a young girl, a far cry from her mother, Lin Meiqing. Now, I realize she hasn't just perfectly inherited Lin Meiqing's impressive assets—she's even surpassed her. What a colossal…
"Minister, what should we do now?" Lin Jia asked anxiously, hopping on her feet.
That single hop sent blood rushing to Shen Fanyun's nose. It was as if the very earth shook.
"Calm down. Stay calm," Shen Fanyun said, adjusting his breathing. Given the circumstances, he had no choice but to step inside and check the bathroom to see what was going on.
