noffsinger 955 Fairy, this is deadly...
955 Fairy, this is deadly...
Chen Mo hung up the phone and drove straight to Crown headquarters.
Xia Wanqing's room.
When Chen Mo entered the room, only a dim floor lamp was on, the light was just right.
A faint scent of perfume mingled with the woman's natural fragrance, making one's heart flutter.
"Honey, you're back."
A soft voice came from the bedroom, carrying a hint of languor and a touch of deliberate coquettishness.
Chen Mo raised an eyebrow, changed his shoes, and headed straight for the bedroom.
The bedroom door was ajar, and he gently pushed it open.
The next second, his breath hitched slightly.
In the center of the bedroom, Xia Wanqing was standing on the carpet.
She was wearing a purple lace battle robe.
That purple wasn't the gaudy bright purple, but a deep purple with a touch of mystery.
The lace material was thin and transparent, tightly wrapping around her breathtaking figure.
Her full breasts were outlined in perfect detail, and the deep cleavage almost swallowed up one's gaze.
Her slender waist was so thin it could be encircled by a single hand, and below it were her round, pert buttocks, which were wrapped in lace to create an alluring curve.
She wore black suspender stockings, the black lace straps tightly constricting her fair thighs, creating a striking visual contrast with her deep purple battle robe.
She wore a pair of black high heels with slender heels, which made her figure appear even taller and more slender.
Her long hair was loosely tied back, with a few stray strands falling beside her cheeks, making her face even more delicate and charming.
Especially her eyes, which were gazing at him with deep affection, like a bottomless pool of spring water.
"Fairy..."
Chen Mo's voice was somewhat hoarse.
Seeing his expression, Xia Wanqing smiled smugly.
She turned slightly, her purple battle robe swaying gently on her body, outlining her perfect curves.
"Husband, do you look good?"
Her voice was so soft it could melt water.
Chen Mo took a deep breath, stepped forward, reached out and put his arm around her waist, pulling her tightly into his embrace.
My fingertips touched her delicate skin, and through the thin lace, I could clearly feel the warmth of her body.
"It's not just good-looking."
Chen Mo's deep, magnetic voice whispered in her ear, "It's simply... deadly."
Xia Wanqing's cheeks flushed from his words, and she gently snuggled against him like a well-behaved kitten.
"Well... honey, I've learned a new dance, I'll show it to you."
She looked up, a hint of expectation in her eyes.
Chen Mo raised an eyebrow: "Oh? What kind of dance?"
Xia Wanqing gently pushed him away, retreated to the center of the carpet, and gave him a charming smile.
"You'll know when you see it."
After saying that, she gently raised her hand and began to dance as the music slowly filled the room.
Her dance moves are completely different from her usual energetic singing and dancing on stage.
This dance carries an ultimate allure.
Her body was as supple as water, and every movement she made was alluring.
Her purple battle robes billowed around her, and her long legs, outlined by black stockings, drew graceful arcs in the air.
Her gaze remained fixed on Chen Mo, carrying a hint of bewilderment and allure.
Chen Mo stood there, watching the scene before him, feeling a tightness in his throat and a fire slowly burning within his body.
Is this woman here specifically to seduce him?
After the dance ended, Xia Wanqing was slightly out of breath, her cheeks flushed, her forehead covered with fine beads of sweat, and her eyes held a hint of self-satisfaction.
"Husband, do you look good?"
Chen Mo didn't speak, but walked towards her step by step.
His eyes were as deep as a pool of ink, churning with intense desire.
He walked up to her, reached out, and scooped her up in his arms.
Xia Wanqing gasped and instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her cheek against his chest and feeling his strong heartbeat.
"..."