C82 Little Boss Likes My Waist

Probably realizing something, she suddenly froze and turned her head around in confusion.

What entered her eyes was a sleeping handsome face.

On King King's bed, her small arm, which she had stretched out just now, was resting on Gong Jinyuan's waist through the blanket.

The sleeping man had his eyes closed, and his thick eyelashes were like fans. In his deep sleep