Super husband Lin Xi

In the villa's living room, a young man dressed in half-clothing and wearing ripped upper body, was holding a rag and struggling with a large patch of dirt on the floor.,A young man with beads of sweat on his forehead, handsome with a chiseled face, his cheekbones sharp and angled, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips, giving off an air of unrestrained freedom.,Nangong Jin's eyes lit up slightly, and she couldn't help but steal another glance at the white man's back.。