Song Guanchao leaned on the bed, watching Wu Qiangwei's graceful figure in the bathroom.
So beautiful.
Especially when she bent over to pick up the soap, her breasts seemed to sway precariously.
The frosted glass in front of him seemed to turn transparent at that moment.
After her shower, Wu Qiangwei still wrapped herself in a towel.
She tossed her jeans casually on the bed, then lifted the blanket and quickly climbed in.
"I'm going to sleep for a while, wake me up when we leave tonight."
"Okay."
Song Guanchao checked the time, it was still early.
So he set the alarm and also lay down to take a nap.
At five in the evening, Song Guanchao was awakened by the alarm.
He opened his eyes, turned his head, and saw that Wu Qiangwei was still asleep.
He picked up his phone, Fu Ying had sent him a message.
After replying to the message, Song Guanchao sat up from the bed.
He approached Wu Qiangwei's bed, just about to call her, but was captivated by the sight of her sleeping.