In June, the petals of primroses fluttered in the air. Even though Ye Xiong didn't need Ye Qiu to deliver goods, Ye Qiu was still accustomed to waking up early, so he got up early.
He went to his room and saw that Wang Xinrui was still asleep, so he quietly opened the door and tiptoed in.
The textbook he was reviewing yesterday was left in the room, and he came in to take it out for a bit of study.
Upon reaching the desk, Ye Qiu tried his best not to look at Wang Xinrui, but just in one sweep, he caught sight of Wang Xinrui, who was scantily clad and exuded a tempting allure.
Her high breasts were barely covered by a tight pink top, standing magnificently even while lying flat. Her flat stomach had not an ounce of extra flesh, and maybe because Wang Xinrui often did yoga, a slight hint of muscle made her look toned and enticing.
