"Sorry, I'm sorry." The lovely Ma Muling quickly raised her head to apologize.

"Oh, Xiaoling, what's wrong with you? You're out of your mind." Shen Thirteen felt that the soft fragrance in his arms was so pure and tender that he didn't want to let go.

Why do you let go? I won't let go if she bumps in by herself.

"Sange, it was you." When Ma Xiaoling saw Shen 13, she felt like she had taken a reassuring pill. It was so good that she bumped into him. Originally wanted to struggle out, the result was a hesitation, let him embrace.

Unexpectedly, a man came from behind Shen XIII...