Enviable Strength Chapter 88

"What a fart," Everett Yan slapped his hand away, "I'm blow-drying my hair, hurry up, dry it so you can sleep."

Just when Everett Yan was about to lower his head and continue looking at his phone, Miles Chu reached out and grabbed his chin, pulling his head back again and tilting his face upward.

"Looking for some S3x, right?" Everett Yan said.

"I'll take a look again." Miles Chu said.

"Have you been slapped?" Everett Yan looked at him.