C1227 The Third Season Immortal Gourd Rice

Seeing the slender back of the Bad Girl slowly leaving, Zhao Lei's heart softened. He said loudly behind her, "You know my phone number. If you need help, you can call me anytime!"

Wang Chunxue stopped in her tracks and turned around to smile at Zhao Lei, "I know, pervert!"

With that, the Bad Girl turned around and left. Under the autumn sunlight, her slender legs were so white that they shone