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.

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

she was looking at it engrossed, a faint voice echoed in her ears.

came to her senses and saw Boris standing in

her and asked seriously. “Compared with those men in your rebound group, whose body

was a long

how to answer it.

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

muscles were

“You are

childish?” Boris snorted. “So be it. I don’t care. Just tell me

the satisfaction he wanted. “Each has its own

sat down, grabbed her hand, and pressed it against him, “You can’t tell it by looking at it, but you can tell who is better by touching

stood up immediately and shouted, “Don’t

I am here. You don’t like it?” Boris touched the quilt meaningfully and

resisting touching his muscles while preventing him from lifting

have every right to look at other men. Who are you to question me? Don’t forget that you are still in the stage of pursuing me. Before you go

his lips moved bitterly. Finally,

her wrist, and shouted,

future, you can tell me. I

these words, “Who do you

who do you think I am as long as I can still be by your side. Even if…” He paused, took a

it at him, “You are sick! Put on your clothes and get out of my room

time and left

but he stayed and acted like nothing. had happened.

day, he revolved around Ziana and Ewen, and at night, before

a bedtime story.”

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

lips. He reminded her of their love five years ago. When she was pondering

and closed

side, and his voice was deep and sexy and made it difficult for her to fall

story is over, do you

Ziana coughed out.

question on the first day they became boyfriend and girlfriend, but he said, “You are

expected him to ask