Summer desert wind Leng, really Leng.

in the face of Chu zhaoyue's sudden coquetry and her little daughter '.

the dark silk ran down a streamline in front of his eyes, blocking his vision of looking at Chu zhaoyue all the time. Only then did he react. In his stupefied time, Chu zhaoyue had pushed it into his room.

after touching her chin, she was puzzled by the summer desert wind. What's wrong with ah Yue? Although it hurt his man's self-esteem a little, she used to treat him as the air, sleeping when she wanted to. She didn't even care if he was there!

what's going on this time?...