"Poor child, hungry like this!" The cold son looked at her greedy-mouthed cat and sighed.

"You are the child, and everyone is going to be eighteen years old." Zixia voice.

"Yes, yes, Xiaoxia of our family has grown up, and the big place is big enough." Hanzi Hey smiled, but his eyes were not honestly glancing at her chest. He remembered that the little clothes she was wearing had been used to wipe her body. He just couldn't bear to wash them off. She still seemed to have a faint fragrance on his cheeks. When she looked into her heart, she began to spot YY again.

"Bad man, who is...