Oh!
Liu Zhizhong was really too tired driving yesterday. It's already past eight in the morning, and he hasn't woken up yet. He's sleeping deeply and soundly!
He was originally wrapped in a towel, but now the towel has fallen off, and he's completely exposed to the air.
His fair and tight skin shimmers with a faint glow in the morning light.
He lies on the bed on his back, sleeping very heavily.
His muscle lines are distinct, outlining a masculine contour. Strong arms, broad shoulders, a prominent developed chest, steel-like eight-pack abs, long straight legs, full of power, like they were chiseled from granite.
What's more striking is, a thriving male world, countless plains.
Little Zhizhong raises his head, with strong dimensions, explosive veins, the imposing head like an umbrella, giving a huge visual impact.
As Lu Yumei twisted the door open and stepped inside, she was greeted with this scene.
Her mind buzzed loudly, her heart raced suddenly.
