The next second, Ling Yin's face darkened, and he took big strides to stand in front of him.
Hua Hua immediately protected his treasure, nervously asking, "What do you want?"
Ling Yin pulled out his phone, flipping through some photos taken secretly that night at the hotel, smiling meaningfully. His voice, hoarse and rough, couldn't hide the mischief in it, "Want to take a look?"
A photo of Hua Hua with his plump and tender white backside arched, the lines, the curve, the skin tone, definitely untouched by any beautifying software, and absolutely irresistible;
A photo of Hua Hua lifting one leg showing the entire front, the two little red dots on his chest were like embellishments, evoking endless imaginings, and those long legs made one wish they could nestle them in their hands.
"Damn, you pervert, when did you take these photos? Delete them now." Just one glance and Hua Hua's blood rushed to his head, and he lunged forward to grab Ling Yin's phone.
