余花（糙汉H）

After two days of driving all night, Yu Liujiao finally saw the old classmate that Yang Qing said had excellent grades and good physique in high school.

Under the blazing sun, the man was shirtless, wearing a pair of dark blue athletic shorts and old, muddy canvas shoes. He was helping a villager move sandbags, and his tall, muscular frame looked like a small mountain.

Yu Liujiao’s heart shivered and she was a little scared. She looked at Yang Qing beside her, but she saw the smile on his lips was particularly satisfied.

“See, I wasn’t lying to you. Zhou Yueran has an excellent physique.”

“……”

Was it too late for her to change her mind now?