Inside the master bedroom, a tempest of passion finally came to a halt.
At last, the satisfied Xu Qianli flipped over and lay on the bed, lit a cigarette, and blissfully enjoyed his post-coital smoke.
His mischievous eyes landed on Mo Hongyan. The stunning beauty was covered in sweet sweat; her originally pale, captivating skin had taken on a rosy hue, and various spots were marked with kiss prints—she looked irresistibly ravishing.
Still not having descended from her cloud of bliss, her tender body trembled gently, and her eyes brimmed with a misty allure, just like someone intoxicated.
What kind of woman could be considered top-notch? Xu Qianli knew all too well, and the woman lying beside him undoubtedly belonged to that category.
Not only was she beautiful with an exceptional figure, but her aura was also incredibly refined—noble and elegant yet proud. Yet in bed, she was absolutely enchanting and passionate.
