Zhou Yinghuai seemed to be confronting her.

She didn't let go, he didn't let go, and they checked and balanced that arrogance.

Drops of water from her hair seeped into the back of her neck and down her neck, so that the bath towel on her back was wet.

It is cold to the touch and uncomfortable to the skin.

The man lowered his head and remained silent.

Jiang Misheng clenched his hands and pinched ......

"Vanity Fair" Chapter 93 Don't play with me, you can't afford to play It's in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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