"I feel the same! No wonder Mr. President took a liking to this woman—what a short and sweet spring night it's been," he said, "Imagine the good fortune of our Mr. President."
Huangfu Jianchen's handsome and sculpted features were tense. He wished he could make these people disappear—what were they to comment on the private matters between him and Mi Yao?
He felt a slight itch in his throat and subconsciously rolled his Adam's apple. Some things were not clear anymore; he had forgotten the taste of this woman. It was like that spring dream in the apartment, where she seemed to sit on his lap. The image was so vivid, surely she must have taken the top position, right...
That time he had been jealous because she had bitten another man. Now he realized that the man was himself, and she had borne his child.
Proudly he straightened his posture and lifted his chin high. Oh, their bedroom affairs must have been quite proactive and passionate...
