Yang Fei shivered.
"Director Chen, I'm a pure man, what are you trying to do?"
Chen Ke was so angry that she kicked the bathroom door, "You bastard, Open Gate!"
Yang Fei leisurely wiped his damp hair with a towel, taking his time to sigh.
"Director Chen, I haven't thought it through yet."
"Besides, it's a bit embarrassing to do that sort of thing in broad daylight, right?"
"If you're really that desperate, you could find a cucumber to tide you over."
Chen Ke's voice changed with anger.
"Yang Fei, if you talk nonsense again, do you believe I'll tear up your filthy mouth?"
"I'm bringing your clothes, you..."
She was too angry to speak.
At that moment, Yang Fei suddenly yanked the door open.
He was only wearing a towel around his waist, and his handsome, toned body was exposed in front of Chen Ke.
Chen Ke let out a scream, covered her eyes with her hand, and cursed out loud.
"Perverted maniac, filthy Rogue, what are you trying to do?"
