113 Keeping the Devil in oblivion.

On the other side, Wen Sying came out of the bathroom wrapped in a deep cut bathrobe, her curves getting overly revealed by the way she tightened the sash at her waist. Her wet hair and the light but sharp makeup touches were making her look more seductive in her ways.

As she walked inside the room, her eyes went to gaze at the man who was sitting on the couch pulling one leg over the other, with a glass of champagne in his hand. "Oh, darling! Why are you still sitting on the couch? The bed was all empty and nicely prepared; you should have taken some rest"

The woman said, walking to take her side beside him on one of the couch's resting hands. Zheng Wenting took a leisure sip of his glass and then lifted his eyes up to look at her. His eyes showed almost no hints of interest to her looks.