As Zhao Xinmei's voice just faded from his ears, Chen Bin's dragon began to continuously swell, finally erupting.
After a bout of dizziness, an overwhelming emptiness and a sense of guilt surged within.
He suddenly felt that he had let down his godmother's trust.
After tidying up the aftermath, Chen Bin fell into a sleep filled with self-reproach.
Waking up the next day, he still felt guilty.
While having breakfast, he kept his head down, not daring to face Zhao Xinmei directly.
Seeing this, she couldn't help but ask.
"Xiao Bin, what's wrong with you?"
"Nothing much, maybe I didn't sleep well last night."
"You've been getting busier with work lately, you should try not to stay up late."
After breakfast, Zhao Xinmei changed into a professional outfit.
With her body slightly bent, she curled up her left leg and slipped her black high heels with red soles onto her beautifully sleek legs.
Due to the large neckline, a pair of smooth and full breasts were revealed at the front.
