Leon Lin walked forward behind them in Morgan Mo in a daze.
As long as he raised his head, he could see the tall and straight back of the other person in a bathrobe.
Max Mo’s hair was still wet, and occasionally water droplets would fall with his footsteps, along the slender bronze neck, and submerged under the bathrobe.
Leon Lin shook his head.
what the hell?
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