C43 The Show

Mo Fanchen was on the verge of a nosebleed, not due to a lack of self-control, but because the stunning woman who had just taken the seat beside him would make any normal man's pulse race uncontrollably.

Her face was exquisitely delicate, her skin as flawless as snow, and her lips so tempting that one could hardly resist the urge to kiss them. Her ample chest, outlined by a tight sports vest