Yin Shaojie went out for a while.
Mu Xiaoxiao sat by the sink with her hands on the sink. She looked left and right, then lowered her head to look at her clothes, hesitating over the multiple choice question he had just thrown at her.
Was she going to take it off herself?
Or should she ask him to help her undress?
Imagine two scenes.
It would be too embarrassing to take it off himself ...
However, if she asked him to help her undress, that fellow would not be so obedient. He might even tease her again.
She laughed as she thought about it, and her long legs that were hanging down shook.
Just then, Yin Shaojie walked in with a cup in his hand.
When mu Xiaoxiao looked over, he had already walked up to her.
Before she could react to the contents of the cup in his hand, he lifted her chin and covered her mouth.
A stream of water flowed from their lips.
Mu Xiaoxiao tasted a hint of tipsy ...
It was wine.
No, it should be champagne.
