C361 Spiny rose

"Has she been here?" He directly sat on the sofa and coincidentally, just happened to be where Qin Shuyao had been sitting before. The two days passed by in a very natural manner and Zhang Minghai's gaze seemed to follow her body all the way down to the floor, until his white thighs were faintly discernable under the veil of the muslin, which carried a sort of silent seduction