C219 Sleeping Floor

Han Xiaoxiao was lying on the bed with her eyes slightly closed, holding her head with one hand. Her posture was elegant, her curves exquisite. She smiled at the man standing beside the bed, wrapped in a towel and glaring at her with a face full of regret.

Yes, he felt a lot better after that kick.

"What do you want?" Mo Zhan frowned and shouted in anger