C223 I Can't Even Compare My Hair to My Hair

Lai Chun Hotel, 502.

Liu Xiaohan laid softly on the big red bed. She was in a daze, and her consciousness was not clear at all. Her entire body was sore and weak.

Wang Gaopeng was standing on the wool carpet in front of the bed. He wasn't in a hurry at all. There was a super clear camera on a tripod floating on the carpet.

Seemingly infatuated with photography