Fang Ziqin stepped on the ground barefoot and swayed into the bathroom on tiptoe.

"Help me get my bathrobe."

Hearing the sound, Zhou Zhan pinched his cigarette and stood up, his fingers picked up the bathrobe, and a faint fragrance of cedar invaded his nose.

He stood there, sniffing for more than a second, his keen nerves suddenly tingling, and his eyes under his eyelashes were dark.

She never used incense, especially ......

Chapter 114 of "Zhan for Himself" He is hard, she is even harder is hitting with her hand, please wait a moment,

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