Rong Zhao, male, Nin

Ning Yuan didn't want to be entangled by past emotions anymore.,But the next moment, Rong Zhaonan bowed his head and stood behind her, instantly becoming that silent, inconspicuous weak scholar again.,Ning Yuan suddenly grabbed the large watering can by the side and, with a scoopful of manure-laden water, splashed it directly onto Huang Xuehong's black and fat face.。