C397 A Classmate of Qiao Xiaohui

"Mr Zhang, what are you muttering about?"

Wen Youya couldn't hear Zhang Xiaofann's mutterings, but seeing that Zhang Xiaofann's mouth was moving, she asked Zhang Xiaofann.

This guy quickly regained his senses, his hands moving around Wen Youya's waist, Wen Youya was so shy that she did not dare struggle for eyes.

This guy looked like a piece of white meat