C294 The Little Hair Is the Little Hair

Back home, it was late at night.

It was late at night. Jee Yuanzhi dropped his phone on the bed and walked into the bathroom to take a hot bath.

The water ran inch by inch through his skin and dripped onto his lips along the ends of his hair.

The heat of his lips did not seem to have dissipated.

He reached out and touched his slightly swollen lips that had been bitten repeatedly just now