C32 Chen Huahua

Chu Qing only then took notice of Chen Huahua's attire. It seemed she had just rolled out of bed, clad in nothing but an oversized white shirt. Through the thin fabric, Chu Qing could distinctly make out the dark bra underneath.

"Could I get some water?" Chu Qing suddenly felt parched and couldn't help but ask.

Chen Huahua opened the refrigerator