An Xiaoyang's face was a little hot.
It was said that men who cooked were the most handsome, but what could she say about him?
For a moment, an Xiaoyang could finally understand the jealousy of other girls. He was so perfect, but he only belonged to her.
however, no matter what, those girls would never expect that he, who was such an elegant student council president in school, was actually a little wolf-dog in bed that could never get enough.
Meanwhile, sang nuo had also noticed that she had come down. He was about to bring out the hot pot, but he subconsciously looked over.
As soon as he saw it, his breathing stopped, and his eyes became deep and unfathomable.
an xiaoyang's slender body was only wearing his white shirt.
He was over 1.8 meters tall, and the shirt she was wearing just covered her thighs.
It revealed a pair of slender and straight legs.
However, this was not the most important thing.
