As soon as he walked into the house, Chen Bin saw Zhao Xinmei cooking.
He quickly went over to help, asking, "Mom, where's Ma Juan?"
"She was called home for dinner. After all, she's a grown girl, it wouldn't look good not to go home for the New Year."
Chen Bin let out a deep sigh, deciding it was best not to say any more.
He'd been scheming, hoping to unleash the wicked fire in his heart onto Ma Juan.
But clearly, plans never keep up with changes.
After dinner, Chen Bin volunteered to wash the dishes.
As he came out of the kitchen, he heard the sound of the shower from the bathroom.
Thinking of Zhao Xinmei's perfect, tender body, he couldn't help but strip off his clothes and push the door open.
Zhao Xinmei frowned as soon as she saw him.
"Xiao Bin, I'm taking a shower here, what are you doing? Get out!"
Chen Bin didn't say a word, stepping forward and wrapping Zhao Xinmei in his arms, kissing her delicate red lips.
