Yixiao Er watched the cold son on the couch and thought about the way of crossing the river with his mouth, feeling his heart beating fast and fast.

Just staring at him, his familiar face, and the faint, bad smile on his face, I don't know how many times I have seen in my dream, but in this moment, she felt that it was perfectly normal for her to do this to him.

Think like this, shy to go, now eyes closed, move Yuqing alone Xuangong, when the heart of heaven, all want to go, this gently overhang on the body of the cold son, slightly cold cherry lips printed...