He Qianhui gave him another cold look and deliberately crossed her arms in front of her chest.
Doing so, that area became even more attractive.
"Xiaohui, turn around, let me take a picture of you."
Zhang Hao, holding his phone with the camera on, was about to take the picture when
He Qianhui shook her head and said, "Don't take it. How can I show my face to anyone with photos of me dressed like this?"
"This is called capturing life, hurry up."
Unable to withstand Zhang Hao's relentless nagging, He Qianhui finally agreed.
After several clicks, Zhang Hao packed up his phone, satisfied.
The preparations were complete, and it was time to get to the main event.
Although the two had been intimate that afternoon, this time could still count as a revisit to an old haunt.
He Qianhui couldn't help but recall the first time with intense excitement in her heart.
Just as they were about to get intimate, someone suddenly knocked on the door.
