When Qiao Qiao woke up and reached out, Chen Xiaolian was not beside her.
She instinctively sat up and looked around.
Chen Xiaolian was sitting not far from the bed, wearing only a pair of shorts, bare-chested, sitting in a chair.
In front of him, there was a Dell Alienware laptop on the table, and he was gazing at the screen, pinching his chin. Suddenly, he saw Qiao Qiao sitting up in bed.
Hmm... considering the activities they had engaged in last night, there was no doubt that Qiao Qiao had no cover at this moment.
Although they had already had several intimate encounters, at this moment, looking at Qiao Qiao's sleepy and alluring expression, her hazy gaze, her smooth hair cascading down her face, and her slender collarbones...
Of course, well, those were all fine, but the key was the curves in front of this girl...
Chen Xiaolian instantly forgot to type on the keyboard and stared straight at Qiao Qiao.
