C273 It's Not Milk but It's Called Trensu

"Who would come knocking on the door in the middle of the night?" Zhen Ying rubbed her eyes, walked to the door, and habitually wrapped her arm around Yang Ping's, and coquettishly said. With her lazy posture and peerless appearance, Zhu Xi only needed a glance to feel an incomparably breathtaking sensation. The beauty in front of him was a beauty that no man could resist