บท 120: Pain

"I..." Zhao Zhan stuttered.

At this moment, he was still a little angry.

Yue Jiaojiao was sitting on the bed. The room was dimly lit, and her face was plain and clean. Her undergarments were also hung loosely on her shoulders because of her sleeping posture.

Zhao Zhan looked over and only felt that she was dazzling.

Then, he felt a warm feeling in his philtrum.

"Zhao Zhan, your nose is bleeding!"

Seeing Zhao Zhan's face in the light beside him, Yue Jiaojiao was angry and amused at the same time.

This person had read a story book and looked at herself like that. The contents of the story were self-evident. She exclaimed and got out of bed barefooted.

As her figure swayed, her slightly loose inner clothes couldn't hide her beautiful figure.