Dusk had settled in.
The doorbell rang.
Lu Yinfeng, heart fluttering, dashed to open the door.
In an instant, the joy on her face froze.
"Why is it you?" Lu Yinfeng asked awkwardly, forcing a smile.
Mo Qianyan looked at Lu Yinfeng standing before him, dressed in a white mink coat that enveloped her figure, her petite face glowing with a tipsy radiance, eyes clear, and lips plump and glossy.
A subtle yet enchanting rose fragrance wafted from her, radiating a delicate and seductive allure.
It was clear that Lu Yinfeng had dressed up carefully.
Peering further inside, the room was adorned with roses.
This was meant to be a night of romantic entanglement.
Mo Qianyan's throat tightened, and he stepped forward involuntarily.
He felt a strong impulse to rip open Lu Yinfeng's coat to see what lay beneath… and he believed he wouldn't be disappointed.
"Lu Yinfeng, are you disappointed to see it's me?" Mo Qianyan asked, deliberately lowering his voice.