C153 Hiding Is the Real Thing

He put down his phone and leaned over to Mo Xiaoxie, only a millimeter away. He could clearly feel the heat that Mo Xiaoxie exhaled and the scent of alcohol that was mixed on her body.

Yu Yehan's selfishness was aroused. He stretched out his hand and gently fiddled with her collar. Slowly, bit by bit, he removed the buttons on her shirt.

Her snow white skin was like a pure jade