Ying Jing stood in the room and sneezed.
She rubbed her itchy nose.
Upon returning to the room, she not only put on long pants but also dried her hair.
The door behind her made a noise.
She turned her head to see Wen Fucheng directly twist open her door and walk in.
If she remembered correctly, there was a camera in the living room. He walked in so blatantly, not afraid of getting caught.
"Why did you come here, and even use the front door?"
A pair of legs firmly blocked the way, and someone was satisfied.
His hand ran through her slightly damp hair tips.
"Why not dry it a bit more?"
"The show isn't over yet; I have to catch the grand finale."
Before she reached the door, she was pulled back by the man.
He hugged her from behind.
He sniffed the fragrance on her body.
"Then you might be disappointed; it's already over."
What?
So quickly.
She just went to dry her hair and change clothes, and the show was over.
"Yu Zheng'er got disqualified."
"Really disqualified?"
