Feeling the ultimate satisfaction of being stretched to the limit, the glasses-wearing girl silently put the umbrella back into her bag and then lay down.
"Just... just like this, you come."
"Sorry, I was a bit distracted," Yang Fan apologized.
That androgynous person captured too much of his attention, and seeing the girl lie down, he subconsciously made this move without thinking much else.
"It's okay, you can come, I'll sort it out later..." The glasses-wearing girl's face was red, shy and charming.
She was a bit excessively tolerant.
Yang Fan said nothing more, only thinking about compensating her more later.
After all, two unfamiliar men and women, fighting bare-chested, both are worried about getting sick.
It was at this moment that Yang Fan suddenly sensed a fierce aura erupting beside him.
He grabbed the girl on the table in one swift motion and darted to the side.
Poof!
Boom!
The table they had just used split in two instantly.
A figure slowly appeared.
