Lu Ning was in a mess. A voice told her, "He took off his clothes in front of you, you're looking at his body..."
Yin Zhihan elegantly put on his pants and belt, then put on his shirt. He was slow and unhurried, as if he had already forgotten that there was another person in the room.
After putting on his clothes, that person stretched his long legs and came in front of Lu Ning. The girl was dumbfounded. Her watery eyes looked at him in a daze, and she looked so cute.
He seemed to be in a good mood. His thin and cold lips curved upwards. "Have you seen enough? Look, you're already drooling."
Drooling?
"Ah!" Lu Ning let out a soft cry and quickly reached out to cover her mouth.
She wiped her mouth with all her might, but it was so dry that there was no saliva.
At this moment, the man laughed.
