Looking at the beautiful woman in front of her, Xiao Yang could no longer control the beating heart, and a nosebleed rushed out.

"Mo Hao... You... " Xiao Yang's eyes stared at her tightly. He did not even feel his nosebleeds. He looked at Lin Mohao in front of him in such a foolish way that he forgot what to do.

"You... Nose bleeding..." Lin Mohan's beautiful face was already red like a ripe apple. She gently pulled up her falling nightdress, covered most of her body, then went to the side, picked up the paper towel on the table and handed it to Xiaoyang.

She looked at Xiao Yang...