With ruan Mengmeng in his arms, li junyu listened to her recount her experiences since she came to Country M.
After listening to ruan Mengmeng's retelling, a cold glint flashed across the man's dark eyes.
"What's wrong? do you think there's a problem?" Ruan Mengmeng was already sitting on the bed, looking up at her tyrant.
Li junyu was standing right in front of her, and ruan Mengmeng's small hand was holding his large hand.
The angle at which her face was raised was just right to be stuck to the zipper of li junyu's trousers.
Ruan Mengmeng looked up inadvertently, and her soft lips just happened to brush past the zipper.
Li junyu, who was deep in thought, could not help but let out a deep and hoarse gasp.
The originally heavy and serious atmosphere was broken by ruan Mengmeng's careless action.
The man's suit pants were changing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Ruan Mengmeng,"Yingluo."
Oh no, what did she do just now!
