Widowhood Addiction

Li Yanli had just finished showering, and the bathhouse was still filled with steam. Looking at her body, she sighed softly. Just then, there was a knock on the door, and Li Yanli's heart tightened.

Could it be Zheng Weijun? She had just finished showering and wasn't dressed yet. What a coincidence! If it really was him, was this fate? Li Yanli thought to herself as she went to open the door, somewhat recklessly.

The moonlight shone down without any obstruction, and she strode forward, each step seemingly carrying a gust of wind.

A gentle breeze ruffled her hair and the hem of her dress, causing them to sway softly. She couldn't help but look down at herself—she was indeed very beautiful!

However... you can't!

How could such beauty be easily displayed to others?

If the visitor is not Zheng Weijun, wouldn't we lose face?

Thinking of this, Li Yanli suddenly stopped, staring at the door in front of her, and asked loudly, "Who goes outside?" A deep, gruff voice replied, "It's me! Da Biao!"

Hearing Li Yanli's soft voice, the man at the door secretly rejoiced: Coming at night was definitely the right decision; this woman was just pretending during the day! Da Biao had tried several times before, only to be rejected each time. This time, emboldened by alcohol, he decided to knock on the door at night…