"Wow, girl, let's have some fun!"
At a very critical moment,
Ning Mengyao thought quickly on her feet and hurriedly pulled open the towel she was wrapped in.
The instant she spread her arms, everything was exposed.
Lin Fan also seized this opportunity.
He lunged forward, darting over her from behind like lightning.
He rolled on the spot, taking cover in the wardrobe across the room.
"You still acting crazy from the liquor? I've got the same thing you do, what's there to look at?"
Yang Linglong, rubbing her head and visibly disinterested, rolled her eyes at Ning Mengyao.
Without paying much attention to her, she pushed the door and walked into the bathroom.
"Just kidding!"
A nervous Ning Mengyao, seeing the bathroom empty,
finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Thinking Lin Fan had already taken the chance to escape, she then stepped toward the bedroom.
"Needing two towels for a bath, I can't believe you."
But unexpectedly, Yang Linglong returned.
