Seeing that Shi Jiu stood up and went to the bathroom, Jing Shimo suddenly clenched his fists. The sound of joints sounded quite abrupt in the room. Thinking of Shi Jiu's performance just now, Jing Shimo didn't feel anything wrong in his heart but felt a little itchy in his teeth.
After all, Shi Jiu's skin was light, and the contrast between them was too strong, just like milk and chocolate and the visual impact was strong. Jing Shimo admitted that he had stared at Shi Jiu's chest for a long time, but Shi Jiu seemed to have some unspeakable reason.
It seemed that she had been avoiding his attack. After a while, Jing Shimo got out of bed and poured a glass of ice water.
The cold soda slowly poured into his throat and moistened his throat. It was not until then that he felt the dry fire in his throat was extinguished. He laughed and cursed the temptress in his heart, and every time it ended with his gaffe.