Xiaojuan saw my startled eyes, lowered her head, blushed her shy face, and smiled slightly. Then she ran quickly to her room. When Xiaojuan was about to pass by me, a fragrant wind came to my face, which inspired my whole spirit. At this time, however, Zhang Yang, who could not be repressed in my room, suddenly opened the door and saw Xiaojuan, who was ready to enter the room.

Xiaojuan's perfect figure, coupled with the shyness of the girl, instantly melted Zhang Yang's injured heart. Zhang Yang looked a little crazy. He stood there like a statue. He looked at Xiaojuan as if she had disappeared in the doorway....