Xiao Yang was sitting on the sofa in his room with a big bag on his head. Although he had just taken a glimpse, Lin Mohao's greasy skin was still burning.

The best, the best, the best...

Xiao Yang can't imagine what adjective can be used to describe Lin Mohao's delicate body perfectly. In short, it is very exciting.

But tonight, because of Bai Zixuan, he offended Lin Mohao very much. He knew that he could not expect to go to her bed.

Helplessly, poor Xiao Yang sighed, lay on the sofa, and began to think about tomorrow.

I don't know what kind of person Han Hai has arranged to...