C1081 Prejudice

"My thoughts are no different from yours. I only hope that my male god can accept me." As Qin Xue'er spoke, she entered the hotel.

Han Shaoming tossed the car keys to the waiter who was acting as the guest to stop, and then followed in with hurried steps: "I've talked for so long, you still haven't shown me the picture of your male god."

"Are you that curious?" As Qin Xue'er spoke