C99 Garbage Thrown away

After returning to the company, due to overwork last night, Huang Xing couldn't hide his sleepiness. He leaned on the table and took a nap. When he woke up, it was already 1: 15.

Fu Zhenxin was standing by the window, peering out. One hand habitually gripped the seams of his buttocks, the other held the cup, occasionally taking a sip of water. Her back had a different sort of sexiness to it