"Your little hands are so slippery. They are slippery than the loach here." Just as the geisha's hand was trying to retract, Ye Cheng made a move and clamped his opponent's wrist tightly. It has to be said that the feeling is still super-first-class praise, although under the cover of thick powder, her appearance does not belong to the top, but as a woman, it is enough. It is said that they are exotic, how can they be demanding?

At this time, she, who had always been pleasant-looking, finally showed a trace of offended displeasure, but still reluctantly maintained the most proud courtesy of their island country, with her eyebrows...