C68 The Trip to the Capital

The shower gel provided by the hotel was glowing with a faint tea tree fragrance. The man's wet hair, which had not yet dried up, was stuck on Qiao Leilei's cheek.

"Did you delete all the things that should not have been left behind?" Liang Zhanting's lips had a strange touch and touched Qiao Leilei's ear.

She froze on the spot