Strawberry Mousse

Ji Wanzhou remembered the phone call he just received in the park. His eyes were dark and his expression even looked vicious.

He had never thought that it would be so rare to meet such a person in this place.

Fortunately, Meng Qingge did not continue to question him. Otherwise, it would have been difficult to explain everything clearly. There were more than enough twists and turns between the two of them. He did not want more things to affect their relationship, and … The progress of that matter.

Meng Qingge had washed herself clean and was wearing a towel. Her charming face was blushing, and the spring color on her chest was boundless. It revealed the edge of the towel.