It must be said, perhaps due to an instinctual biological reaction, Chen Yan was becoming increasingly aware of the allure of mature women.
It's a temptation far beyond the reach of green, inexperienced young girls.
If a young girl is like an unripe fruit,
then a mature woman is like a sweet pastry dripping with honey, soft and fragrantly sweet when bitten into.
Especially the beautiful mature woman before him, who still secretly harbored feelings for him in her heart.
Chen Yan felt even more restless and distracted.
However, whenever he thought of Yang Rou's complicated past, her complex relationship with the people around him, her importance to his company, and her vindictive nature, Chen Yan would feel a bit trepidatious.
After all, as wonderful as mature women are, a palace in disarray could be disastrous.
While Chen Yan was hesitating, Yang Rou seemed to sense his indecision.
She tilted her head slightly, her eyes looking at Chen Yan with an enchanting gaze.
