Zhang Kejia woke up quietly in the light of the dawn. He felt that he slept soundly and peacefully. When she opened her eyes, she saw a man's face with sharp edges and sharp corners. Her breathing was full of masculinity.

She hugged Yecheng's arm tightly, her head rested on Yecheng's shoulder, a thigh was still indescribably pressed on Yecheng's body, and the bath towel slipped to the root of her thigh, exposing most of her fragrant buttocks. As long as the bath towel is slipping a little, it will completely spring.

Zhang Kejia's face turned red when he saw his indecent posture, and he was glad to see that...