In the Grip of a Dream Weaver Chapter 23

"President, you are finally back. The dressing room just arranged for the performance team suddenly cannot be opened, and the key cannot be found..."

"Yeah, I see."

No one knew how the president knew this, but it seemed that everyone felt relieved after he said this.

Liam Wei stood in the logistics department, quickly checking the progress of the sports meeting while listening to the reports from his classmates.

No one knew that this well-dressed student council president had actually changed his shirt but not his pants. His underwear was completely empty, and the completely wet lace panties had been stuffed into his anus to block the outflow of semen, but there were still strands of transparent Vag!n@l fluid sticking out, silently soaking his dark trousers.