Zhang Miao wore a Lolita style top made of leaf-patterned gauze, which looked sexy and mature.
She casually picked up a pair of black leggings from the sofa and fearlessly put them on right in front of Yang Ming.
Finally, after pulling down her skirt and straightening it a bit, she looked at Yang Gang and asked, "Gang, are you done with classes?"
"Yep." Yang Gang averted his eyes, composed himself, and answered.
"I just woke up and haven't started cooking yet. You sit in the living room for a while, I'll go make something." Zhang Miao said, as she tied up her hair, her mature allure radiating.
Zhang Miao's age wasn't that big actually, she was the same age as Su Xiaoxi and Yang Ya, all 23 years old. But maybe due to her unique languid style, her every move seemed to exude a mature charm.
Yang Gang simply couldn't resist.
Looking at Zhang Miao, he suddenly asked in a weak voice, "Sister Miao, have you changed your clothes?"
