C300 Swimsuit Party

The next afternoon, the sun was warm and shone through the thin curtains.

"Hiss …"

When Yan Xiaohuan woke up, it was already 2 in the afternoon.

She stared at the clock for a long time, almost thinking she had transmigrated.

He felt as if he had been run over by a wheel. He couldn't even remember how he had gotten onto the bed.

Mr. Gu was too fierce..