Poor Self-esteem

"Get your hands off me, I'll take them off."

Shen Weiyang felt that her fist had hardened. She really could not bear to watch this man's clumsy and pretentious acting.

The current Leng Huaijin seemed to be trembling. When he saw her cold and stern look, he was instead excited and happy.

He immediately let go of the big hand that was holding the lower hem of his t-shirt and let Shen Weiyang take it off for him. He looked like he was going to trample on me and not pity me.

Shen Weiyang's eyes twitched. She felt that something must have gone wrong with her G-AYD.

I don't want to help him. I just don't want him to talk nonsense in front of the children.

Shen Weiyang quietly took a deep breath and thought in her heart. Then she grabbed the hem of his T-shirt and pulled it up.

The fabric of the T-shirt gradually went up. The man's strong eight abs were slowly exposed in the air. The base was clear and carried a wild sense of beauty.