Qiming dragged the things ashore and threw them aside.
Just as she was about to put on her clothes, she suddenly looked at the side of her face! Why did it sound so familiar? Qiming couldn't believe it. He walked forward and flipped him over. He looked down.
"Mo Yancheng? F * ck, are you for real or not?" Qiming looked at him and reached out to pinch his face. He touched it and looked at it a few more times.
Damn it, it's not plastic surgery!
Then, why was mo Yancheng in the stream hugging him from behind?
Cough, could it be that she had long been infatuated with his figure and secretly gave him a bear hug? At the thought of this, Qiming changed his squatting position.
