Oh No! The Boy Toy I Raised Turns Out to Be a Beijing Elite Heir
On her wedding night, her husband ran off abroad with his mistress. Did Jiang Zhiyou cry? Not at all! She simply turned around and became the patron of an impossibly handsome young man. Well, why not
"One more time?"
The man's voice was low and pleasant, tinged with desire that had yet to fade, carrying an enchanting power.
Jiang Zhiyou glanced at the floor: the lace lingerie tangled with a suit, a torn dress, high heels tossed under the sofa.
All bore silent witness to the wild passion that had just transpired.
"No, I'm tired," Jiang Zhiyou refused.
This man's stamina was growing by the day.
Moments ago, she nearly begged him for mercy in tears.
Yet, even as she spoke, her delicate hand boldly roamed over his firm abs.
He caught her mischievous hand.
Desire lingered in his magnetic voice: "Don't tease me. I can't promise I'll hold back."
Jiang Zhiyou laughed.
Her face was already strikingly beautiful; now, her dark eyes sparkled like stars, lips crimson as fire, her thick black waves cascading over her snowy back, making her skin appear as smooth as cream. Her lazy smile curved her petal-red lips, tugging at the tiny tear mole beside her eye.
That smile was seductive, enchanting as a temptress from legend.
Looking at the woman curled in his arms like a languid cat, he felt an urge to devour her wholly once again.
"Don't be so stingy. I’ll miss it when I can't touch you anymore," Jiang Zhiyou teased with a bright smile.
But the man’s expression suddenly froze, his face turning cold.
"What do you mean?"
Jiang Zhiyou threw off the thin blanket, dressed swiftly, and took a check from her bag, walki