Chapter 2241: Yun Hanxiao's Jealousy: True and False Yun Hanxiao【12】
Yun Hanhan is jealous: True or fake Yun Hanhan is [12]
"ah!!!"
Xiao Wu was at the speed, and quickly came to the door. When he stretched out his hand, he found that the door was locked.
The hand quickly turned the opposite direction, and a click...[
The lock core screamed and was reimbursed.
Xiao Wu pushed open the door, and the door slid open silently, and only the yellow lights that made people illuminate were turned on in the room.
Xiao Wu looked around alertly, and the bathroom lights were on.
"Cockroach!" Another shrill cry. The scream was filled with a hint of depression and excitement!!!
Excited?! Did you hear it wrong?!
In the acrylic frosted glass, a slender and beautiful figure became closer and closer.
The door was pushed open with great force.
Then he jumped out around a little pink smile, and the one she drove in front of him was an innocent cockroach.
Xiao Wu looked at Xiao Xiao in amazement. She stepped on the ground barefoot, holding slippers in her hand, and looked at the cockroaches struggling to escape with anger on her face.
Unlike her tough expression, her annoying clothes at this moment make people even more imaginative.
She was wrapped in a close-fitting gauze bath towel, revealing her bulging figure.
The wet black hair was curled up on her shoulders, and occasionally water droplets dripped, making the already transparent bath towel even more impossible to cover up.
What's even more serious is that as she chased her, the already-not-solid bath towel was even more dangerous to collapse and slide down.
Plus that pink and tender skin...
That's a pampering eye...
Xiao Wu was stunned, watching the room running around the cockroaches with slippers.
He looked at her like a psychopath: "You scream because of a cockroach?"
Xiaoxiao was free, holding a bath towel in one hand and waving slippers in the other, "Close the door quickly, don't let it run out."
Xiao Wu looked at the clean and tidy house seriously, and the ground was full of newspapers.[
There is coffee in the overturned cup, dyeing the white carpet into a disgusting brown color. The complete free hand-written novels are all in guli