At night, the night is in the sky.

Danxuan went to a room door and gently buttoned the door. This is Jiling's room.

The door creaked open, not Jiling, but Qian Jingyi.

Seeing Qian Jingyi appear in the doorway, Danxuan face is slightly surprised, but suddenly there is a kind of amazing feeling in her heart. Qian Jingyi's hair is wet, her skin is as white as a milkshake, and she is wearing a single dress, which perfectly outlines her figure. The hills bulging in front of her chest are proud and charming.

Looking at Qian Jingyi's proud figure, Danxuan swallowed his saliva uselessly.

Qian Jingyi saw Danxuan's eyes like...