Du Xiaomeng blinked his eyes, pulled out his towel in his hand, with powerful arms bent behind him, and in front of him was the face of yearning and the breath of a man permeated with the scent of soap...

"tick" sound as if invisible in the mind formed a figure, Gu Haoran that skilled inch of water droplets so inadvertently fell on Du Xiaomeng's face, she subconsciously blinked her eyes.

Together with Gu Haoran, Du Xiaomeng felt that the dog's blood that might or might not have happened in her life had been done from beginning to end... Although her goal is to tear off Gu Haoran's bath towel,...