Rong Shao Nan Ning Y

She was responsible for following her aunt's instructions to do housework. But even if a few drops of dishwater splashed on the sink and weren't wiped, or if she spoke a little louder.,In her heart, there was a secret, liberating sense of pleasure.,Rong Zhaonan quietly stood in the shadows of the trees, watching Ning Yuan's expression, a thoughtful look on his face.。