C134 It Was the Old Man's Birthday

Hao Zhongtian saw that she was looking at Han Jiayu with a gaze as gentle as water. The warm water vapor after the bath lingered around her body. The smell of the shower gel that had not yet dissipated wafted over. Her wet hair was still dripping water. Her sleeping neck slid down.

He looked down, his dark eyes burning, his body burning.

Xi Wanyi covered Han Jiayu with the blanket