C153 The Privacy of Many Years of Hoarding

Han Jiuzhou was already used to his words and regretted it the moment they left his mouth.

But in Liu Jiao's mind, the image of Han Jiu Zhou busily waking up appeared, causing her face to instantly flush red.

Her voice dropped to a whisper. "Busy …"

Think about it, in the secluded space of a Mercedes-Benz, how would you react to a leather pants, low-cut, hot