C89 Uncooked rice

Fu Zhenxin threw the clothes on the bed, and turned to look at Huang Xing.

The hot air in the shower room was still dancing in the air, as if it was surrounded by clouds and mountain mist. It was as if it was the strange scene of a fairyland. In this kind of hazy vision, Fu Zhenxin was like an angel. She slowly walked closer to Huang Xing, her face becoming clearer and clearer