Xiao Yang quietly enjoys the beauty's feeling in his bosom. His hands are tightly attached to Mu Qingmiao's waist, warm and soft, without any redundant fat, which makes his heart surge.

"Mr. Mu, why have you been alienating me all this time?" Xiao Yang looked at her ruddy face and asked softly.

Mu Qingzhao gave him a white look and twisted his body, trying to remove Xiaoyang's big hand from his waist, but she not only did not shake Xiaoyang's hand, but let his hand slide down against his thin waist...

"Xiaoyang, you're dead. Don't hold me anymore. If my mother sees you, you're dead..." Mu Qing-siao's voice is charming....