C65 A Kick

Zong Shanyao shoved aside the white-collar woman he had intended to dismiss, steadying his drunken frame as he weaved toward Ya with unsteady steps. His gaze was fixed solely on her, as if she were the only person in the room.

In his eyes, Ya was a once-in-a-lifetime beauty, the kind of voluptuous and sexy goddess he had only heard about in rumors. She was the epitome of feminine allure