Ding Yiyi was sitting astride, so it was obvious that he could feel the shape of the words. It was so lively.

Ting Yiyi's pajamas have become loose and baggy, the sling is hanging on his arm, the snow-white is standing upright, just sweating, long hair sticking between the two peaks, it can be seen that Ye Nianmo is dry tongue.

Holding her trembling waist up and down, Ye Nianmo still has leisure to continue at the beginning, "Jason's real name is Dong Chunsheng, whose father is sitting in the Customs position at present, and his name is Dong Chunsheng. No one would have thought that he had a son...