Think a lot, Suguan brain neurite suddenly painful, rubbed temple, do not think much, just comfortable.

Maybe she did know Huo Beicheng before, but it doesn't have much to do with him...

After all, he's just her former uncle.

As for her inexplicable and complex intimacy with him, she should... It's just an illusion.

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*

was misty.

Beautiful, beautiful, with sweat.

Man Kong Wu's powerful, heavy breathing, Baode Suguan tightly.

In the haze, she knew that, as usual, she had entered the dream of blushing and heartbeat again.

Rough big palms on her delicate skin glide, swim, touch, gradually turned into kneading, grinding, the skin of the little people...