"I Painted? " Ye Feng's head is big. He has lived for two generations and still can't understand the girls. He was scared to death at the first moment and wanted to try at the second.

Tang Xue nods hard, then lies on the armchair and closes his eyes slightly. The scene of Ren Jun's picking doesn't stop Ye Feng from eating and fingering. But he thinks that this is Tang Xue's only way to do this for the sake of the two people to be more relaxed together in the future, and the only impulse in his heart is gradually weakened.

Ye Feng picked up the sunscreen and asked...