"Honey, are you practicing yoga?"
Wearing a black bathrobe that slightly revealed his muscular chest, Yang Feng walked steadily to Han Shilan's side. Looking at her supple and exquisite figure, a fire gradually burned in his heart.
"Yes, that's right. It can not only help you get in shape, but also improve your flexibility and health."
“Last month, when you went out to start your own business, I started practicing yoga, and now I’m seeing a lot of results.”
Han Shilan's tight white tracksuit was soaked with sweat. She glanced at Yang Feng and continued looking at the tutorial on the LCD screen.
"No wonder I said your figure has become so good."
Yang Feng glanced at a box of papaya milk on the table, then stared at Han Shilan's curvaceous figure.
She's lost her youthful naiveté; all that remains is her sexy allure.
"Oh, by the way, honey, I brought you a gift."
Yang Feng suddenly thought of something, and immediately took out a dark-colored pill that emitted a faint fragrance.
"What is this? Chocolate? I don't eat it."
Han Shilan was delighted to hear this, but when she saw the pills in his hand, she immediately became unhappy.
"This isn't chocolate, it's a beauty pill that can make you beautiful! You can think of it as something from the martial arts world."
Yang Feng knew that Han Shilan was an ordinary person and didn't know much about martial artists, so he explained it this way.
Upon hearing that she could become more beautiful, Han Shilan's beautiful eyes lit up, and she blurted out, "Really?!"
"Of course it's true, open your mouth." Yang Feng fed the beauty pill into Han Shilan's small mouth, his eyes full of tenderness.
It melts in your mouth and has a rich aroma.
"This stuff is pretty good, much better than chocolate."
Han Shilan smacked her lips thoughtfully, then suddenly noticed a change in his expression and was startled.
"Honey, you'd better go wash your face now."
Yang Feng couldn't help but laugh when he saw the smudges on Han Shilan's face, which made her look like Cinderella.
Upon hearing this, Han Shilan stood up and quickly went into the bathroom. When she saw her face covered in grime in the mirror, her heart skipped a beat.
My first thought was, "I hope I'm not going to be disfigured!"
She quickly lowered her head, turned on the tap, and rinsed her face.
And then she looked up at herself in the mirror.
I was completely stunned.
Her face was delicate and refined, fair and radiant, with skin as white as snow, and a drop of water still clung to her small, crystal-clear nose.
She is even more beautiful than before.
If there were another school beauty pageant, she would definitely be in the top three, and even comparable to Yao Yue.
Yao Yue is known for her sexy and alluring charm, while Han Shilan is known for her pure and stunning beauty.
"ah!"
Han Shilan couldn't help but cry out, cupping her face in her hands.
"What's wrong? What's wrong?"
Yang Feng walked in from outside, and upon seeing Han Shilan's stunningly beautiful face, he froze on the spot.
He knew the effects of the Beauty Pill, which, as the name suggests, is to beautify the skin, but he didn't expect it to be so effective.
These are cosmetics that can easily outshine any other product in the world.
She looks better without makeup than with it.
Suddenly, a thought crossed his mind: he wondered if his beauty pill could be made into cosmetics.
If that's the case, it would benefit the entire nation and make Chinese women even more beautiful.
At the same time, he had the mentality of a shrewd businessman...
"Husband, is this really me?" Han Shilan put down what she was holding, turned to look at Yang Feng who was staring blankly, and asked.
"That's obvious."
Yang Feng rolled his eyes, stepped forward and hugged Han Shilan tightly, resting his head on hers and greedily inhaling her fragrance.
Do you like this gift?
"I like it, of course I like it! This is a reward for you." Han Shilan nodded without hesitation, then tiptoed and gently touched Yang Feng's lips with her small mouth.
The passion she had already stirred up has now become the fuse.
"This reward is too small—"
Yang Feng's breathing became heavy. He leaned down and kissed her small mouth domineeringly, prying open her pearly teeth and greedily sucking.
"Waaah."
Han Shilan struggled slightly, but found that she couldn't break free at all, so she had no choice but to let her have her way.