The next morning, Zhao Xinmei, dressed in a floral dress, walked out of the room.
She happened to bump into Chen Bin standing at the door. Startled, she instinctively asked,
"What are you doing standing here?"
Chen Bin replied with a smile, "Well, I'm hungry, but I didn't want to disturb your rest, so I'm waiting here."
"If you're hungry, make your own food. Why do you have to rely on me?"
Though she expressed displeasure, Zhao Xinmei still immediately headed to the kitchen.
Chen Bin followed her, gazing at those white tender thighs, filled with countless emotions.
Although Zhao Xinmei looked sexy in black stockings, her bare legs also had a unique charm.
His eyes traced the slender waist downward; the slightly bloated dress still couldn't hide her perfect figure.
Especially her plump and round hips, which made one's heart itch just looking at them.
Chen Bin was so eager to rush up and embrace Zhao Xinmei, and then from behind, insert his towering dragon.
