Weibo became lively because of a few photos of her back.
Song Qingyou didn't have the time to care about this.
She instructed Jiang Zhihan to drive to the apartment where she lived alone. When they entered the apartment together, they realized that Jiang Zhihan was drenched.
The thin shirt stuck tightly to his back, revealing a large part of his skin.
Song Qingyou pursed her lips uncomfortably.
"Hurry up and take off your clothes. Aren't you afraid of catching a cold with wet clothes?"
"You too." Jiang Zhihan covered his lips with a fist and coughed lightly.
"Me?"
Song Qingyou was stunned for a moment before realizing that she had also been drenched by the rain.
Jiang Zhihan nodded and his throat moved.
He only felt that he had been bewitched. There was a voice in his heart urging him to get closer to Qingyou...
