Her half-exposed shoulders, the black hair scattered on her shoulders, the slim black dress, the slender waist, and the White and slender legs were moving. He felt that his eyes were not enough to see her. His Adam's apple moved, and after a few seconds, he finally forced himself to look away.
Qing 'er was tidying her hair in front of the mirror. She turned her head and urged him, " "Why are you still standing there? Hurry up."
"I'll go now." He spat out these words in a hoarse voice and turned to walk back to his room.
Qing 'er thought that he was just a little resistant to the party, so she did not think too much about it. She picked up her bag and stuffed lipsticks, paper towels, and a series of other necessary items into it. After she had changed her shoes, ah Zhen had also changed her clothes and walked out of the room.
"Sister Qing 'er, I'm done." The teenager's clear voice sounded.
Qing 'er looked up at him, and then she was shocked.
