"Muchen." Qin Yafu turned his face and looked at his handsome face. "Let me go first."

"Let go of you, and then?" How could Leng Muchen let her go?

Before Qin Yahuang had time to pull his bathrobe, he was ripped off. "You, you, I, I..."

"What? You don't want to?" Leng Muchen wrapped her waist tightly, and the woman could make him lose his reason with one look.

Qin Yafeng's slender arms were wrapped around his waist. "Would you let me go even if I said I didn't want to?"

obviously not.

"Just know." Leng Muchen raised his lips, showing a sexy and charming smile, and his lips had...