At this time, Du Yunrong's long hair was loose and loose, and it was a fluffy big wave.
She was wearing a branded suit jacket, revealing half of her tube top.
Her body was as white as snow, and even Ye Qingwan, as a woman, couldn't help but glance at her collar.
When she passed by Ye Qingwan, Ye Qingwan could smell the faint scent of perfume on her.
There was also a faint smell of red wine.
His breathing stopped for a moment.
Imagine, a man and a woman alone in the middle of the night!
A woman with an enchanting figure held a wine glass and was slightly drunk…
She could imagine the scene:
A woman's eyes were hazy and blurred. Where would a man's gaze stop?
At this moment, what was he thinking?
Ye Qingwan suddenly deflated like a balloon and leaned weakly against the hotel wall.
She rushed over in high spirits, wanting to create an unexpected surprise for him.
Reality gave her a hard slap.
Instead, she was the one who was shocked.
