Leaves hiding in the bed suddenly stared, mouth involuntarily opened to the maximum, at the same time, the body also made efforts to shrink into the bed, afraid of Qiao Rubing in front of the dressing table to see himself.

Joe Rubing obviously didn't know how many times Yecheng, whose eyes were blurred by herself and half-dead by her fists, had made the wrong room. At this time, Yecheng was still lying on his big bed, looking at herself with his big eyes. Joe Rubing grumbled in his mouth: "Dead Yecheng... Stinky leaves become... Bastard... How can a hooligan even want to kiss me! " Joe, like ice, hummed in...