Can't make him angry?
His eyes swept downward, and her thin skirt floated up like a white flower blossoming on water, only the barrier in the middle was particularly obstructive.
Above her shoulders, the wet skirt clung tightly to her body, clearly outlining her collarbone.
"Is this how you prevent me from getting angry?" His pupils darkened, and he spoke in a low voice, as if deep in thought.
Should he often get angry in the future?
Lu Wanwan was about to speak when her lips were sealed with a kiss, a breath-stopping kiss, unclear whether it was because of the kiss or the steam in the bathroom, her mind started to blur.
With her body in the water, she didn't know whether it was because the bathtub was too slippery, or the buoyancy of the water made her feel insecure, but she unconsciously held him a bit tighter.
