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 looked down and saw his

was looking at it

saw Boris standing in front

“Compared with those men in your rebound group, whose body is the

a

didn’t know how to answer it.

Boris’ was the best. There were actually more muscular ones than him in the group chat, but what she appreciated was moderately healthy

were

are so

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

want to give him 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

and shouted, “Don’t do

last night? So I am here. You don’t like it?” Boris touched the quilt meaningfully and pressed it, “Maybe you want me to get

resisting touching his muscles while preventing him

at other men. Who are you to question me? Don’t forget that you are

his lips moved bitterly. Finally, he

wrist,

in the future, you can tell me. I can show you whenever

pissed when she heard these words, “Who do

as long as I can still be by your side. Even if…” He paused, took a deep breath, and

and threw it at him, “You

anything this time and left

but he stayed and acted like nothing. had happened.

and at night,

a bedtime story.”

breeze, gentle and warm. He didn’t seem to care about what happened in the morning.

love five years ago. When she

and

telling the story, she still hadn’t fallen asleep. He was just sitting by her side, and his voice was deep and sexy and made it difficult for her to fall

story is over, do you need

Ziana coughed out.

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

hadn’t expected him to ask the same.