"Ah!" Qiao Rubing looked at Yin Fangyi, who was standing in front of the door with a shocked face, his hand covered his mouth and looked at himself. At the same time, he uttered a cry of alarm. There was a trace of panic in his eyes. He pulled his little hand out of Yecheng's hand and stood on the ground with his two legs kicking, regardless of private pain.

But Ye Cheng didn't mean to let her down. He held Qiao Rubing's waist tightly in one hand and said to Yin Fangyi, "Come on, what's up?"

Looking at Ye Cheng as a male master, Joe, like Ice, pulled his...