In the bathroom, the sound of water is dripping.

Jiang Ying stood at the door for a few seconds, then walked out, her phone buzzing in her pocket, her heart pounding even harder.

It's as if that organ can burst out of the throat at any time.

The sound of the water grew heavier, and she pulled the door, wrapped in a thin bath towel that reached a third of her thigh.

Thin back against the door......

"Wishful Thinking" Chapter 115 It's all pretending to be in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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