In the dim flashing neon light, a pair of salty pig hands quietly stretched out to the elegant / round / tight tilt / buttocks, while elegance only focused on trying to bypass the crowded people, without noticing its own back.

Seeing that Salt/Pig's hand was about to be successful, but a pair of faster hands grabbed his wrist and prevented them from advancing any further.

"Friends, please respect yourself!" Qin Tian looked unhappy at the man who tried to take advantage of elegance and cheapness, cold-hearted.

The man is thin and thin, and the whole lean bamboo pole, you don't need to know that this man must have been...