"Ah...!" Unmindful, Ye Cheng's underwear fell to the ground with water droplets. Jo, like a clean underwear in the ice, suddenly got wet and stained.

Ye Cheng quickly bent down and picked it up and looked at the semi-wet underwear. He didn't know what to do. If he put it back like that, the next day, he would be cautious and careful with Qiao Rubing. He would surely find that the underwear he had dropped would be played by a man. She doesn't know how to think about herself.

underwear maniac? A pervert? A series of words flashed in Yecheng's head. Leaf cost comes to Qiao Rubing's heart, that is,...