C438 Promise Me One Condition

He had put on his pants, but his shirt was unbuttoned, revealing eight muscular abs. His white skin had a healthy sheen to it, and his long legs were conspicuous.

"Zong Zheng," Xu Moling's eyes turned slightly cold. "Put on your clothes."

Zong Zheng puffed up the two muscles on his arm and shook his pectoral muscles a few times. He said with an ambiguous face, "How is it, it's very pretty