C87 Mo Yehan You Scum

The next day's warm sun passed through the closed curtains and lazily sprinkled on the expensive carpet floor.

The room was a mess, but it was also extremely ambiguous.

On the floor, torn clothes and men's clothes were scattered everywhere.

On that warm water blue bed, Ann Qianqian was like an octopus, wrapping around the man's strong and strong body. One of the man's arms was under her neck