C90 Uncooked Rice

Fu Zhenxin threw her clothes on the bed and turned around to look at Huang Xing.

The hot air in the shower room was still dancing in the air, as if it was surrounded by clouds and mountain mist. It was as if it was the strange scene of a fairyland. In this hazy field of vision, Fu Zhenxin was like an angel. She gradually approached Huang Xing and her face became clearer and clearer