Just a Touch

The two of them stopped talking and looked at the door warily.

Because this place used to be a student dormitory, there were windows on both sides of the door. As long as the curtains were not drawn, people outside could see inside.

Fortunately, Song Qingyou was always careful. The curtains were closed last night, so no one outside saw Jiang Zhihan.

Otherwise, a half-naked man sitting in the room was enough to make people fantasize.

Even if the camera only flashed past, it could cause a big problem.

Song Qingyou stood up and walked to the door.

"Who is it?"

"Sister Song, it's me. The production team will be here today to take pictures of you waking up. You didn't forget, did you?"

The familiar voice outside the door was obviously from the cameraman.