Of course, Mojun knows to accept it when he sees it. He immediately sat down obediently, but not obediently.

Tao Yi was afraid that he would catch cold. He took the quilt and hugged him. He knelt down beside the bed and blew his head for him.

The woman's soft hands were poking around her hair and it dried up after only a few blows.

Tao Yigang just put down the hair dryer and pulled his hand hard. When he reached the bed, a strong masculinity breath, fresh after bathing, rushed to his face.

"Wait, I have something to say!" Tao Yi struggles.

"Come on, I don't have much patience...