".."
Fu Ting was ruthlessly chased out by the man.
She looked at the tightly shut bathroom door and could not help but fall into self-doubt.
The scumbag actually rejected her. Was she not charming enough?
It seemed that he had to use his ultimate move!
Fu Ting thought about it for a few seconds, then sneaked into the living room with a bottle of wine. She hid it in the bathrobe that she would be wearing after showering.
After a while, Cen Juan came out of the shower.
The man was wearing a black shirt and pants because he was going to send Fu Ting home later.
Her showered skin was cold and fair with a hint of pink, and it was even more dazzling under the reflection of her black shirt.
Her clear eyebrows were still wet, and her eyes were filled with spring, like a disaster.
Fu Ting only took one look at her boyfriend and felt that he was really good-looking.
Boys are so good-looking that they should be meowed by girls!
