The Hidden Gold Mine Heiress Divorcee

At ten o’clock in the morning, Ziana finally got enough sleep and woke up naturally.

She was dazed for a while, then sat up slowly.

Boris heard the noise and knocked on the door.

Ziana thought it was Lillian and responded, “Come on in.”

Boris pushed the door open and went straight to the bedroom.

Ziana frowned as she noticed it was Boris.

“What are you doing here?”

Boris closed the door with a kick, approached her step by step, and stopped about three feet beside the bed.

Ziana looked at him and yelled, “Get out!”

She was still in her pajamas!

It wasn’t appropriate for him to appear here just like that.

Unexpectedly, after she finished her words, Boris suddenly took off his jacket.

His movements were smooth, and he threw his suit away elegantly.

Ziana didn’t understand what he was up to, and asked in a daze, “What are you doing?”

“Don’t you like to watch it?” He lowered his head and unbuttoned his shirt. Then he looked up, fixed his gaze on her, and smiled. “You can watch mine if you want. I think mine is better than theirs!”

“What?” Ziana was dumbfounded. “What are you talking about?”

Boris snorted, ripped his shirt, and the buttons fell on the ground, revealing his firm chest.

Ziana was at a loss for words. She stared at him for a few seconds and screamed, “You are sick! Who would take off their clothes early in the morning?”

Boris took off his shirt quickly, and his entire upper body was in front of Ziana’s eyes.

Ziana’s eyes lit up as she saw the sexy, smooth shoulder line. She was a painter and always appreciated beautiful things.

powerful, with a protruding sharp Adam’s apple. She

as she was looking at it engrossed, a faint

saw Boris

“Compared with those men in your rebound group, whose

a

know how to

were actually more muscular ones than him in the group chat, but what

muscles were perfect.

muttered, “You are so

it. I don’t care. Just tell me whose body is the best

to give him the satisfaction

it against him, “You can’t tell it by looking at

Ziana stood up immediately and shouted,

group chat last night? So I am here.

his muscles while preventing him from lifting her

him angrily, “Let go! What’s wrong with me looking at some handsome guys’ abs and pecs in the group chat? I’m single now. I have every right to look at other men. Who

bitterly. Finally,

rubbed her wrist, and shouted, “Get out!”

watch it in the future, you can tell me. I can show you whenever you want. As I said before, I will serve you anytime, anywhere, as long as you

pissed when she heard these words, “Who do you think you are?”

by your side. Even if…” He paused, took a deep breath, and

then grabbed the pillow and threw it at him, “You are sick! Put on your clothes and get

didn’t say anything this time and left the room after putting on his

earlier, but he stayed and acted like

and at night,

you a bedtime

man’s smile was like a spring breeze, gentle and warm. He didn’t seem to care about what happened

pursed her lips. He reminded her of their love five years ago. When she was pondering about the past, he had already started the bedtime

him and

story, she still hadn’t fallen asleep. He was just sitting by her side, and his voice was deep and sexy

He called her in a low voice, “The story is over, do you need my sleeping

Ziana coughed out.

him the same question on the first day they became boyfriend and girlfriend, but

him to ask the