Zhong Xue pushed him away.
The man had just finished washing up, his hair was a little messy, his eyes and eyebrows were lazy, and his shirt was loose on his body, which could not hide his tall and good figure.
He smiled and leaned against the wall with his arms folded.
"What? You just woke up and you're denying it?"
Zhong Xue stared at him and asked directly: "What happened last night? What about Mianmian's glass of wine? Tell me the truth!"
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