The thought that Yi Shaoqian has tasted this taste, Zhou Zichen unexpectedly tied the knot to touch the little woman, which has moved her lips.
"hmm" When the four lips are stuck together, sparks burst out in an instant, and the language cannot be shaped. It’s so sweet. It’s so sweet to my heart. Holding the big hand behind Yanxi’s waist, I can’t stop rubbing it carefully, and the ambiguity index in the room has soared. Zhou Zichen’s lips, like…