Si Zhengting wanted to relieve himself, then he saw the familiar petite frame when he pushed open the toilet door.
Her eyes were wide and staring in the direction of the man's…"there"?
A storm immediately passed over Si Zhengting's face. His eyes were murderous and icy cold.
"What are you two doing!"
The low dark voice sent chills into the hearts of those who heard.
Zhuang Nainai finally turned around.
She looked at the man who was about to zip his pants, belatedly let out a scream, covered her eyes, and shouted at him. "You… you…"
This is so embarrassing!
Why was it someone else? Shouldn't it be Si Zhengting?
She turned again and looked at Si Zhengting at the door. Looking into his hate-filled eyes, she felt her chest tighten and nervously tried to explain, "I… I… He… He…"
Zhuang Nainai always had a way with words, but she did not know how to explain herself in that moment.
