The cargo ship looked old and worn on the surface, but the rooms inside were meticulously decorated, furnished with various lavish decorations. In the middle was a round bed, where a woman was lying. And who else could it be but Leng Feifei?
At this moment, Leng Feifei's gaze was dazed, her clothes disheveled, and she was muttering shameful words in her dreams. Of course, to a man, this might just be the most wonderful music to the ears.
"Feifei, what's wrong with you?" Ling Chen picked up a piece of clothing at hand, covering Leng Feifei's body, but he didn't expect that the woman would suddenly grasp him in a hug and start to frantically touch and kiss him all over his body. Ling Chen was, after all, a normal guy, and Leng Feifei, in terms of both figure and appearance, was top-notch. Even with extraordinary self-control, he couldn't help but feel his heart race. While pushing her away, he said with a somewhat dry voice, "Feifei, Feifei, what are you doing?"
