Li Fan had always been someone with intelligence but lacking emotional intelligence. Otherwise, he wouldn't still be a virgin after 21 years, plus eight years of Doomsday.

Suddenly, his head was enveloped in a soft embrace. This was the first time in Li Fan's life he had encountered such a situation.

His whole body tensed, blood rushing, and that elegant, light fragrance shot straight to his brain through his nostrils.

Wang Yue's thoughts were simple. She saw Li Fan sitting motionless in front of the monitor and felt a bit sorry for him.