Ren Yingxi poured a glass of red wine, leaned against the bed, and stared at Xiao An's young, beautiful body, smiling with self-satisfaction. Xiao Anan not only had a beautiful face but also a great body. Smooth lines, solid muscles, clearly visible mermaid lines, and an eight-pack, with long arms and legs.
With his wrists hanging from the ropes, his entire body line stretched fluidly before her eyes.
Looking at him, Ren Yingxi's blood boiled, and her destructive urges grew stronger.
After finishing the glass of red wine, she poured another, walked up to Xiao An, and splashed the wine on his face.
Xiao An shivered, shook his head, and slowly opened his eyes.
A moment later, he woke up from his initial confusion, struggled hard, and discovered his hands were tightly bound.
He lowered his gaze toward Ren Yingxi, his voice icy, "Ren Yingxi, what do you want to do?"
