In the corner sofa, Rong Menglan, whose body was pressed close to a curly-haired sexy woman, looked up to see Song Qing slowly walking toward him.
Song Qing had big eyes and a trace of unsolvable melancholy veiled her features. Her lips were shaped beautifully, perfect for kissing, and her nose was small, pretty, and adorable.
Her strong features could captivate any man, tempting them with fantasies of colorful escapades.
Logically speaking, for Rong Menglan, such a woman wasn't exactly a delectable delicacy but certainly a feast that whetted his appetite.
In the past, to satisfy his insatiable hunger, he would have definitely taken the initiative, bitten onto her fragile neck, and dragged her to his own territory for a hearty meal.
However, the moment he saw Song Qing, his indifferent brows furrowed tightly.
