As soon as Hanzi turned around, his brain suddenly thundered, but he felt that the sky was turning and he didn't know who he was.

Zhang Yuyan, who was lying down, suddenly climbed up and hugged him, and the hot cherry lips were printed on his thick lips.

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Looking at a row of deep toothmarks bitten by herself on his shoulder, Zhang Yuyan could not help but feel sad and guilty. She lay in his arms, gently stroked the clear toothmarks and whispered, "Cold, pain?"

Hanzi grinned and said, "No pain, where do you hurt?" Zhang Yuyan lightly thumped on his chest and said, "When people say it seriously,...