\nFang Menghan’s eyes whirled craftily, then she took the initiative to place some veggies in his bowl.
Fang Menghan only returned when the dorm door was about to be locked for the night. When she came back, Ning Shu saw that her face was flushed and her whole body was exuding a special charm.
Her skin was colored with a rosy glow.
As soon as she came back, she laid down on the bed without even washing up.
Ning Shu raised her eyebrows. Yang Yuhui had probably popped Fang Menghan’s cherry. Yang Yuhui was a real ladykiller. All those who got in an ambiguous relationship with him would sooner or later hurry to bed with him without exception.
And most of the time, it was the woman taking the initiative, as if this was the only way Yang Yuhui’s masculine charm could be displayed.