Try Touching My Wife

When An Qiye arrived at the military region office, Master He was covering his head with a report, his long and straight legs crossed on top of his desk, fast asleep. The wind blows in through the open window, turning the pages of the book and occasionally revealing the slightly red white face under the page. "Tsk tsk... I had a nice sleep this time." No wonder he made more than ten or twenty phone calls but this damn boy didn't respond! An Qiye smacked his lips and walked over and stretched out his hand to take off the report covering his face. He didn't want the other party to move faster. The moment he stretched out his hand, he suddenly jumped up with a small grappling hand and grabbed him tightly. …