Zhao Meimei finished passing the items, turned around, and couldn't help blushing. She bit her lower lip, thinking, damn! Damn! Where did they get this stuff from? These guys are really something, they've got the real deal!
Zhao Meimei was captivated by the cover of that disc, her heart raced, and for a moment her mouth was dry. Her mind was filled with Shi Yang's tall and strong body, so much more pleasing to the eye than the unattractive man on the cover.
Those broad shoulders, flat belly, long legs, eyes full of emotion, Zhao Meimei's thoughts wandered off track, itching to take out her phone, unable to resist the urge to get close to Shi Yang.
Shi Yang, who sat for a long time without standing, suddenly stood for over twenty minutes and actually felt his legs were a bit sore. He paced back and forth to stretch his limbs. His phone buzzed with a message.
Shi Yang took it out and glanced at it, stunned.
