C194 Concealing Ill Intentions

"Okay."

He put his fingertips around her hair and every inch of it was warm from being dried up.

Zhao Qingyu stretched her body. The cool short-sleeved shirt could not cover up her fair skin. As he stood in front of her, Shen Ann's eyes inadvertently glanced at her, and he immediately became angry.

It was not that he wanted to be dirty on purpose, but he was standing in front of her. Otherwise