C125 An Ice Beauty Is a Vat of Vinegar

A quiet room with a strange atmosphere.

Sitting at the end of the sofa, Liu Haofeng secretly turned his head to look at Xiao Aili at the other end of the sofa. His throat was moving but he didn't know what to say.

Xiao Aili had already changed her clothes and recovered her jeans. The rabbit dress that came out of nowhere was thrown into a corner of the sofa