Who Do You Record The Video For, Your Boyfriend?

When Isla came out of the bath and saw the message Axel sent more than ten minutes ago, she replied with a video.

The other side answered immediately.

"Isla."

Isla was wrapped in a bath towel and hadn't had time to change into pajamas. Her curly hair hung loosely, covering her collarbone and chest. The kind of innocent temptation that was exposed or not was the most fatal to men.

Axel's eyes fell quietly on her face, and he didn't dare to look anywhere else. Afraid that he would be confused if he looked at her. She sat on the sofa, pulling the pillow on her legs, "Are you not home yet?"

He turned the camera around, and the environment was in the car, "Just arrived."

She deliberately asked, "Is there any woman hiding in the car?"

He smiled gently, "Didn't you see it?"

She pouted, "Who knows if you are hiding it."

"Then come and see?"

She was particularly arrogant, "Don't try to trick me into going to Beijing."