Qidianxuan and Mu Chenluo still maintained their original ambiguous posture, because Mu Chenluo was accidentally tripped by Qidianxuan just now, and his hand pulled Qidianxuan again, so they both fell on the bed, lips locked.

His lips were firmly attached to each other.

At that moment, the two of them had the same idea. They were so embarrassed that they had the urge to die for the first time. Of course, the first step was to get rid of the reporters. They were not lovers, they were love rivals! ...

The bathroom door also opened at this time...

Yi Yiling walked out wearing a large bathrobe. The white bathrobe worn on her body did not conflict with the dazzling fiery red hair. Instead, it gave off a special smell, extremely beautiful and enchanting, as if she had fallen into

Fallen angels on earth.

At the same time, all the reporters disappeared, and rows of maids walked in pushing rows of gorgeous clothes and accessories, and stopped in front of Yi Yiling.

Yi Yiling casually picked up a light-colored chiffon skirt, then walked a few steps before grabbing two sets of men's clothes and throwing them to Mu Chenluo and Qidianxuan. Mu Chenluo caught them steadily and looked at the clothes covering them.

Qidianxuan, who lived at the head, smiled proudly. The tacit understanding between him and Yi Yiling was unparalleled. Yi Yiling smiled and walked into the bathroom.

The maids left as quickly as they came, leaving only the three of them in the room...

The morning wind blew up the white curtains in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, and bright sunlight poured into the room through the slightly open glass windows. The diamond necklace on the table flashed with dazzling light, extremely dazzling.

"Come out!" Yi Yiling came out of the bathroom. At this time, she had put on a light-colored floral chiffon skirt. A white lace belt tied her seaweed-like fiery red hair to one side of her head, loosely.

A few strands of hair on her temples hung down disobediently, and a few strands quietly climbed up her bright pink lips. A long bow hung from the right shoulder strap of her chiffon skirt. The wind blew, and the lace was blowing.

She was dancing around her, her figure was slender and well-proportioned, and she wore a pair of pure white flat-bottomed flip-flops with a huge white crystal on them. She looked like an angel who had fallen into the world.

A middle-aged man wearing a black suit and a pair of black sunglasses opened the door and said with a smile, "Little Ling, since you have seen them all, you must be responsible for them."
Chapter completed!