Playing rouge, to molest Long Yun Zhan?

Long Yun Zhan used one hand to wipe his sweat drenched fine black hair, holding up a bunch of hair with his hands, the rest of his hair fell on that shiny naked shoulder.

The man's well-built, strong muscles were sculpted distinctly.

Sweat droplets followed that fair skin, as it dripped down.

When Long Yun Zhan saw Ye Qing Luo who was standing outside his door, his entire body stiffened, as he froze on the spot.

Ye Qing Luo had not expected that right after Logn Yun Zhan advanced, she was able to see such a scrumptious sight.

Hence, the image was fixed on this scenario.

Their eyes exchanged glances, she looking at him and he was looking at her.

After quite a while, Long Yun Zhan's good looking face turned so red as though he had been scorched by fire, as his arms wrapped around his chest and dashed into the wooden house like a rabbit.

The strength of the door shutting had shook several times.