Ye Shui-ink is playing with the essential oil bottle, the white arm of lotus root is shaking slightly, occasionally showing a little red in front, and the black and bright hair is like a waterfall, shaking slightly with her movements, forming a beautiful arc.

"It's beautiful." Ye Zhao is infatuated with the way.

"What?" Ye Shui-ink was unable to pull out the bottle mouth of essential oil, so when he heard what he said, he turned around and asked.

Ye Miao bent his knees and hugged people horizontally in the bathtub. Then he took the bottle and opened it easily. The fragrant orange smell immediately came out and the whole...