The doors and windows were tightly closed, the lights were bright.
Rebecca was lying straight on the bed, her hands crossed at her waist.
She gave off a... tranquil vibe.
Her long, cream-colored gown draped heavily around her, revealing her curvaceous figure.
Her high, prominent chest was like an insurmountable mountain, astonishing.
Her pretty face was somewhat flushed.
Her eyes were tightly shut, her eyelashes trembling slightly.
She was clearly nervous, but still tried to keep a calm demeanor.
Fang Hao found it a bit amusing.
He bent down, and removed her shoes.
Rebecca, who was pretending to be dead, felt someone holding her foot.
Her body stiffens instantly, and she sits up abruptly.
"What's wrong?" Fang Hao noticed her irritation and asked quietly.
Rebecca was about to scold him for touching her foot, but saw Fang Hao merely placed her shoes to one side.
Instantly, she didn't know what else to say.