Han opened the door and saw it was just Jian Jia. This guy slipped right into Han’s room like a mouse, and after sniffing a bit, he said, “Han, you had a woman in your room?”
Han nodded openly, “That’s right, one of my friends came.”
“Where is she?”
“She’s changing clothes in the room.”
Right after his voice faded, Ye Weiwei walked out from Han’s bedroom barefoot in a white skirt.
Due to Ye Weiwei’s special ability, she had to wear a special tight leather cloth at all time, so her skin almost never came into contact with the sun. It was tender, delicate, white, like a newborn baby’s skin, and it made people very tempted to touch it.
At this moment Ye Weiwei was already at the age of a grown girl. In a short dress that was a little revealing, without shoes, snow white skin, she really caught Han’s eyes for a moment.
Humph~
However, Jian Jia just grunted and said, “Your friend did a really good job taking care of herself.”
