Jun Changye's hands severely ravaged the softness of the flower like a stranger's chest several times. Although the meal could not be eaten, it did not affect his good mood of reuniting with the flower like a stranger at all. After printing a kiss on the flower like a stranger's lips, he plucked the flower like a stranger's hair to his brain and held the flower like a stranger's small face: "Mo'er, you have a good rest first!"

"MMM!" Flowers such as Mo nodded, looking at the back of Jun wearing clothes to go out in the long night, I only felt that my heart was full of happiness.

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