C91 Wealthy Evening Feast

When the phone rang, Chu Yunfei was still stroking Zhao Qianlin's hair that was as wet as a waterfall. Her fingers lightly drew an irregular pattern on his chest.

Originally, Chu Yunfei didn't want to answer this inappropriate phone call, so Zhao Qianning casually took it from the bedside, took a glance at it, and her face turned dark