Cen Tiong was leaning back in the chair, his fingers with well-knotted joints casually tapped on the keyboard, the sound of pattering water came from his ear, and the man’s jaw line was unbearably tight.
After a while, the sound of water stopped, and a few minutes later, a gap appeared in the bathroom door.
“Um…” The little girl revealed a small wet head, her eyes and eyes were full of water vapor, innocent like an elk, “Come here!”
Cen Qiu got up and walked over, with a particularly enchanting face, so he looked down at her.
Across the frosted door, the little girl only wrapped a bath towel. From his angle, you could see her small milky face, the same white neck, and the beautiful collarbone.
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