Gu Qingge shook his head vigorously and walked under the disheveled hair. He picked up a brush and started to wash himself vigorously.
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After more than an hour, Gu Qingge finally walked out of the room wrapped in a bathrobe.
Song Yunxiang was still lying naked on the bed, engrossed in his phone.
He was nearly 1.8 meters tall, neither fat nor thin, and his skin was relatively fair. When he lay there, the loose flesh on his body was loose and unkempt. It was obvious that he did not exercise much. In Gu Qingge's eyes, he was like a piece of white chicken, unlike Brother Chen's tall and lean muscles.
She narrowed her eyes and pursed her lips. She walked over and picked up the undergarments, underwear, and skirt that were scattered on the floor. With a blank expression, she walked back to the bathroom without saying a word.
Song Yunxiang looked at her back and raised his eyebrows. He put his phone aside and got up to put on his clothes.
