When Chen Bin entered the master bedroom, he saw Zhao Xinmei lying on the bed, silently staring into space as she thought about Zhao Nianbing.
Gazing upon her delicate and exquisite figure, he felt an increasing heat stir within him.
Once on the bed, he gently wrapped his arms around Zhao Xinmei's slender waist.
She didn't resist, only coldly said, "Let go!"
Faced with such a warning, Chen Bin wasn't afraid.
Ever since in the guest bedroom, when Zhao Xinmei mentioned that their relationship seemed more like that of a husband and wife, things between them had become even more delicate.
"Mom, tonight was indeed my fault, you..."
Before Chen Bin could finish, Zhao Xinmei interrupted him with a wave of her hand.
"Enough, I know. Doesn't Li Mengying like you? Why don't you go to her?"
Chen Bin kissed Zhao Xinmei on the face and said ingratiatingly.
"She doesn't compare to you at all, I will love only you in my life!"
"Psh, you only know how to deceive me!"
