Ao Xue's face was cold. "I'm thinking about our marriage."

The latter has a curved mouth.'So what do you think about?'

She got up, took off her overcoat, exposed her apricot-yellow skirt, put her left back behind her, and opened the zipper.

The skirt fell to the ground along her graceful figure. She raised her feet and came out, pointed at the corner of the black stockings, took them off and stepped up in front of him.

Yan Mingyao grabbed her waist and limbs, bended her lips and tried to kiss her, but the latter escaped, but did not go down from him.

"So you mean to keep the marriage...