Xiao Yang sat on the ground and looked at the bed with a bitter smile. His two sisters, who had various customs, could not laugh or cry.

"I'm really wrong not to play like that."

The sisters in bed, their faces red as apples. Especially photons, blushing is almost dripping blood.

Of the two, photons are the most feminine.

Her introverted personality, mature temperament and graceful figure are all so fascinating.

At this time, the photon sorted out the button which was opened by Xiaoyang somewhere, took a deep breath, got out of bed, and a fibrin hand reached Xiaoyang.

"Xiaoyang... Sorry, I, did I just intentionally..."

Xiao Yang gave...