Having finished watching the surveillance, Song Guanchao casually placed the phone aside, closed his eyes, and continued to rest.
But beneath the water, the legs continued to rub.
If you want to cause trouble, I'll show you a lesson. Do you really think I'm that easy to provoke?
Jiang Yiren's cheeks were flushed, her eyes were watery, biting her lip hard, looking extremely tempting.
Luckily, the mist in the pool was thick, so Chen Yirou couldn't see her facial expression; otherwise, she would definitely notice something was amiss.
Song Guanchao didn't go too far either; after a while, he withdrew his leg.
He opened his eyes and glanced at her, just catching her look of shyness and reluctance.
Oh, glaring at me again.
Song Guanchao decided to teach her another lesson.
He grabbed Jiang Yiren's recently withdrawn hand, then directly tucked it into his underwear.
Feeling the reaction in her hand, Jiang Yiren became petrified at that moment.
