Overview
Miss Wan has naturally sharp eyes, but also has a bad temper. Even if she rarely has good luck in love, she enjoys a peaceful life. Her usual pleasures include making money and buying furniture, and browsing social media for good-looking men and women. However, due to a collaboration case, she gained three potential love interests and uncovered some unexpected sexual preferences... How can she close the door to this new world? Today, having vented her anger on a man, Miss Wan thinks that it would be better not to compare and pursue love interests altogether.
chapter 1
Wan Kelin climbed up to the third floor, took out her access card to open the door, and immediately changed into a loose sleep dress and wrapped herself in a gray crochet cardigan. She settled onto the couch to check her work email. Thanks to the smart home system, the air conditioning was already set to the temperature that Wan Kelin prefers as soon as she entered the house.
She liked the cold air blowing from the air conditioning and grabbed a can of cold beer from the fridge. She paid no attention to the man who followed her in and appeared to be stunned by the temperature difference. Instead, she headed straight to the living room to change clothes. The man was used to her disregard, so he put down the bags from the convenience store and went straight to the bathroom.
After completing her work tasks, Wan Kelin also headed to the bathroom. She did not want to take advantage of anyone. Her home is a typical single-person living space with two bedrooms, one living room, one kitchen, and one bathroom, with an excellent location and orientation. In this valuable city, it was already an extraordinary opportunity to find such a property. The price she paid was her savings and more than 20 years of future salary, sacrificing the option to decorate an independent bathroom. However, when she was designing the exquisite European-style bathroom, Wan Kelin didn't anticipate that a muscle-bound man would sit in the fully automatic massage tub.
She had intended to knock on the door and ask him to leave, but she found that the door was not closed at all. After pushing the door, the man inside the bathtub caught the bubbles and was enjoying the massage. He warmly gave her a flying kiss and asked, "Do you want to take a bath together?"
"Get lost," Wan Kelin replied firmly. She poured make-up remover on her hand, rubbed it together, and rubbed it onto her face without any reservation. The man lay on the edge of the bathtub, watching her sloppy makeup removal techniques and laughing so much that his eyebrows raised.
After cleaning off her eye makeup and foundation, her face became ivory-white with painted red cheeks. Her originally lazy eyes became a little sharper. The man couldn't help but whistle at her excellent makeup skills. "Ko Yen-nan, can you be more serious?"
Wan Kelin really hated this man's frivolousness. If she didn't need him, and she had to admit that this man was skilled in bed, she would have kicked him out long ago.
"Miss Wan, if you keep scolding me, I'm going to get hard," the man said, and then he put his arm around her, pulling her to the side of the bathtub.
Now, she regrets not creating a barrier between the bathtub and the sink! Ko Yen-nan touched her wrist, making her tremble. She shook her arm, and even if his hand was shaken off, it didn't matter. He shifted his hands under her sleep dress, wrapped his other hand around her waist, and pulled her against the porcelain edge of the bathtub. He then placed his head on her lower abdomen and rubbed her soft, velvety sleep dress up and down.
Soon, he placed one hand on her buttocks, and she could hear him gasping and groaning as he submerged his other hand underwater. Even though his dirty look disgusted her, it did please her.
Soon, Wan Kelin felt that her nightgown was soaked by the water that Ko Yinan had not wiped from his head.
"Ko Yinan, you want to die! My nightgown is wet because of you!"
"Wet? Let me see?"
The man went to find her nightgown hem with a playful smile, and messed around her small legs. The nightgown was turned over as wished, and the snow-white thighs were dotted with wine-red lingerie between them. The valleys were clear and hazy under the translucent silk fabric.
His fingers were moist and hooked up a corner, reaching into the flower flesh. The fingers that were wet with water did not have the coolness of water, but were very hot.
