She drooped her head and murmured slightly as if in response. Her hands were tied by towels and fixed on the wall, like playing S-M, forming an absolutely gorgeous, absolutely another man's blood picture.

This little girl, do you know that the present posture can kill a man!?

Huo Bei-cheng gritted his teeth, took away the basin on her head and unrolled the towel on her wrist as she wished: "Su Guan! Get up! "

The little girl's wrist loosened, but she seemed to drain her last strength. The whole person slipped into the bathtub --

His eyebrow crest quickly wrinkled and picked her up. Only then did she find...