Lin Mohan, hiding in the quilt, suddenly felt a pair of hot palms sliding over.

She screamed and instinctively curled up her legs and kicked at Xiaoyang.

Despite Lin Mohan's lack of strength, he kicked Xiaoyang under the bed with one foot.

Xiao Yang, a wretched man, just met Lin Mohao's small waist. It was not expected that Lin Mohao would react so much and exert himself so much.

He fell to the ground and covered his buttocks. The bag on his head had not disappeared, and he almost wanted to cry.

What's wrong with me, God, can you stop torturing me like that?!!

After a little while, a soft...