Chen Fei-rong's two beautiful white feet shook and shook in front of Chen Yang. Her body belongs to the god, floating around. In the evening, it must be frightening, like a solitary ghost.

At this time, Chen Fei-rong's little face was a little red, and she said, "Damn it, Xianggong, when you and your teacher and sister were scattered inside, my God would intrude into it. Finally, you and I are crazy, otherwise how can I draw your Yuanyang? So I'm your man."

"I depend!" Chen Yang secretly said, "So it is."

Chen Yang doesn't bother with this topic. He says, "You wait a minute. I have to tell you...