At this moment, Ma Juan and Zhao Nianbing came out of the room one after the other.
Zhao Xinmei couldn't think too much, hurriedly tossing her panties behind the door.
Then, she carried the dishes into the living room.
"Xiao Juan, Nianbing, go sit down. I've brought the food over."
Chen Bin looked at Zhao Xinmei's back, feeling even more heated inside.
He suddenly thought that even if he didn't have sex with her, just playing around with Zhao Xinmei like this was quite exciting.
He could have any woman he wanted. Rolling in bed was really too easy.
But wanting this kind of thrilling experience could only be achieved with Zhao Xinmei.
After all, no other woman had the identity of godmother.
Looking at the dishes on the table, Zhao Nianbing couldn't help but ask.
"Mom, it's rare for my brother to come over, why did you only make a few dishes?"
On normal days, Zhao Xinmei could handle cooking any amount of dishes with ease.
