Mo qinghuan sneered. &Quot; you're already so old. Don't tell me you can train a pile of fat into abdominal muscles? "
Kang Mingcheng subconsciously lowered his voice and whispered into her ear, " seeing is believing. Hearing is not believing. &Quot;
If it was a younger girl, she would definitely be scared away by his words. However, she was mo qinghuan. What kind of man had she not seen and played with all these years? how could she be scared away by a man who had betrayed her in the past?
Her fair fingers hooked the belt of his bathrobe without much effort. With a light hook, the belt loosened, and the bathrobe unfolded ...
The man's well-built chest had almost no fat, and his firm muscles were well-defined. Under the orange light, he looked healthy and sexy.
Mo qinghuan was stunned and did not speak for a moment.
