Just moments ago, it felt oppressively hot, but now the surrounding air suddenly dropped to below freezing, and every hair on her body stood up.
She sat there, stunned, clutching the quilt tightly. Due to nervousness, her brain was deprived of oxygen, making her breathing particularly labored.
Her wide, watery eyes were filled with panic as she stared at Yue Feng, who was standing in the bathroom doorway, wiping his wet hair.
Shang Haohao was like a little deer pointed at by an arrow, so frightened she dared not move.
Waiting for the various humiliations and abuses from Yue Feng to follow...
Yue Feng casually tossed the towel in his hand into the storage basket in the bathroom.
Then he walked over to the wardrobe, took out a set of clothes, and skillfully put them on, stretching out his arms.
His sexy figure and the wild manner in which he dressed were all so captivating.
