The colors of black and red intertwined, slender and straight calves tensed up to reveal a beauty that geometry could never describe.
It was a scene no man could resist.
In a trance, Zhou Wang remembered the first time he "attacked" his senior, it was in a similar position.
At that time, she leaned against the doorway of a suite at the Wanda Hotel, and Zhou Wang stood at the door, trying to crush Jiang Mo's reserve, barging into his heart with a domineering posture.
And based on this seemingly replicated scene, he had undoubtedly succeeded.
Jiang Mo's eyes no longer carried any resistance but rather a misty look like water.
"Senior, will you... regret it?"
Zhou Wang, after a moment of silence, suddenly asked.
Jiang Mo was taken aback; she looked at Zhou Wang. Somehow, she, who usually couldn't follow Zhou Wang's thoughts, for the first time miraculously sensed what he was thinking.
He was not just asking her; he was also asking himself...
People are strange creatures.
