chapter 117 Confidentiality

Under the moonlight, Bai Qianqian's tight T-shirt had become strips of cloth, revealing a large area of ​​white, smooth skin. There were only a few threads left on the straps of the bra, and they could break at any time. As Bai Qianqian stood up, the thin threads could no longer bear the weight and suddenly broke. The playful mountain breeze, like a pervert who had been peeping for a long time, exhaled fiercely. Ahhhh….. The bra and the tattered T-shirt slowly fell to the side like...