But this time cook, as if his pain nerves had been cut off, let Chu zhaoyue ravage the little piece of flesh on his thigh. He had a bright face in spring, put out his hand and gently put his arms around Chu zhaoyue from behind, and looked at sitting opposite him smilingly. He was stunned by the endless war and Zhou Huotian.

"share a room?" Zhan Wuyi frowned wildly, pinched his voice and made a strange cry, "is that ok?"

"what's wrong?" Cook's good-looking face drew a beautiful arc. He approached Chu zhaoyue's side face vaguely and suddenly, slightly shy, tender and sweet. He lowered his voice slightly and...