Tang Ziqing rolled her eyes: "Nolan Hui, go tidy up the clothes, calm down a bit, stop making a fuss." Tang Ziqing pointed at the clothes all over the sofa.
Nolan Hui reluctantly stood up and went to organize the clothes on the sofa, occasionally glancing at Yang Fan, the more she looked, the more she thought this young fresh meat was tender enough to drip water.
After tidying up the clothes, Nolan Hui was pushed upstairs by Tang Ziqing to try on the clothes in the room.
Yang Fan let out a sigh of relief, scared to death, damn, that was too enthusiastic and passionate, it seems this woman also works as an Air Stewardess, holy fuck, that figure, damn, that butt, simply a typical child-bearing butt.
Swallowing some saliva, Yang Fan returned to his room. Overworked in the morning, a bit tired, he lay down on the bed and fell asleep.
