"Good wine?" Lu Yuteng, standing at the window barefoot, walked to Lan Lan step by step, with a funny smile on his mouth. His knuckled index finger untied the buttons one by one. The scratches on his bronze chest were particularly dazzling. "This is your wine. Good?"

Lan Lan looks away, pretends that she hasn't seen anything, and believes that she hasn't explained for 100 years. If... She will be more persuasive if she doesn't hide her tender claws in the quilt.

as the man approached, Lan Lan could not help but shrink into the quilt. His hot breath hit her face and her eyes opened wider and rounder. Did...