With Ye Cheng's hot kiss and teasing, her breath became more and more urgent, her body became hot and soft, and her soft waist twisted slightly, as if she began to move.

"Hmm..." She uttered a strange, itchy and intolerable song, writhing her waist involuntarily.

"Snow... Don't make any noise..." The delightful noise came into Yecheng's ears, vague as a dream, and his brain followed a buzz. This sound is not Chen Luoxue at all, but Qiao Rubing, fainting to death, stealing incense and stealing the wrong person, Chen Luoxue?

Ye Cheng dared not move any more. He opened his eyes and looked down carefully. It seemed that he could...