C1371 Who Is He?

Drops of wet hair hanging down his handsome head, faintly visible pectoral muscles were lit up by the light on his head with clear lines of muscle tissue.

He really did not expect to see Hwa Shaofeng, who looked like a scholar with a white face, train his body well.

Xia Lan seemed to be looking at a junior who had both good taste and good education. At the same time