chapter 92 I want to tip her

I tied the towel around my waist, grabbed the iron needle and rushed out.

I ran to the bedroom and saw that Bai Xuehe was sitting in front of the dresser with her back to me.

Holding a hair dryer in his hand, he was drying his hair in front of the mirror.

Her hair fluttered in the wind, and her snow-white neck was like an elegant white swan.

I was a little confused at the time.

Asked in surprise: "Bai Xuehe, what happened just now,...