KICKED OFF THE BED

Ye Ling didn't dare to look at him, afraid that her uncontrollable thoughts would conjure up some strange and colorful images. She handed him the clothes, but no one took them. When she looked up, a big hand touched her face, and she heard the man make a soft sound.

"Hot!"

Ye Ling was so shocked that her eyes widened. Seeing this, Sheng Junlie felt even better. He smiled and walked past her to the bed.

Ye Ling: "..."

Why did this guy have to be so hands-on and act like a hooligan?

She didn't need to touch her own face to know that it was probably very hot. It had been the temperature of frying an egg before, but now it was the temperature of boiling oil.

She felt like her face was going to catch fire.

She looked at Sheng Junlie, who happened to take off the towel around his waist.

Ye Ling: "..."