C892 Dessert

"No. " Mu Zhengyan whispered. "Before breakfast, I still want to have an appetizer. "

An appetizer dessert? Qiao Xinann looked at him in confusion and bumped into him. In the man's dark and gloomy eyes, he instantly understood what his so-called appetizing dessert meant!

His face instantly flushed red as he bashfully punched his chest.

"You old pervert, quickly get out of bed