"Where's Niannian?"
"Mm, Lianxin took him out this morning, so he won't bother you anymore!"
Yin Hun the Nineteenth got up, walked to the dressing room, and started changing clothes. Tang Qingxue turned her head, lying in bed, delighted by his appearance as he changed clothes.
After taking off the long gray nightshirt, you could see his muscular back, firm buttocks. Hehe, admiring him from this angle was truly pleasing to the eye.
Yin Hun the Nineteenth seemed completely unaware that she was peeking, casually putting on underwear, then trousers, a shirt, and finally a light-colored trench coat, looking handsome and carefree.
Seeing Yin Hun the Nineteenth about to turn around, Tang Qingxue immediately adjusted her gaze, pretending to look at the ceiling.
"What kind of relative is Lianxin of yours? I heard Uncle Stone say that your Yin Hun Family has been a single lineage, almost without relatives."
