As soon as ye Tian's eyes brightened, she came up with a woman of eighteen scenes. Her skin was white and red, elegant and elegant, full of a classical beauty in the south of the Yangtze River.

after getting on the bus, I looked at Ye Tian. There was a seat in front of him. After sitting down, the classical woman took out a small MP4 to listen to.

"look at the pot in the bowl." Yang Ruoxi lowered his voice and said to Ye Tian, "I'm angry."

Ye Tian smelled the fragrance of Yang Ruoxi and the faint fragrance of that classic woman's hair. Two different kinds of fragrance...