Zhao Fei'er loved Feng Sinan, and Feng Sinan was her first man. It satisfied all of her fantasies about men.
After having Feng Sinan, it was difficult for her to fall in love with other men.
Now that Su Xiaoying had left, she foolishly went to the kitchen to prepare some hot milk for her. Her chance had come!
Zhao Fei'er walked forward and stretched out her two small hands to hug Feng Sinan’s strong waist from behind. She pressed her pretty little face against Feng Sinan’s straight back.
Feng Sinan was unbuttoning his buttons when someone hugged him from behind. His slender fingers paused.
It was not su xiaoying.
Feng Sinan’s first instinct was not su xiaoying.
Su Xiaoying was sweet, fragrant, and soft. The woman behind him could not be compared to her at all.
