"What's wrong? No face? Eh? "

During the conversation, Shen Tianhao's fingers were already soft and tender on her chin, forcing her to look up at herself.

Shen Tianhao's eyes are full of banter, but with a layer of mist, let gentle look not really.

"Let go!"

"Don't let go! What can you do?

As Shen Tianhao spoke, his face approached the gentle lips. The breath coming from his face made his eyes cold and soft, but his eyes changed when his soft fingers tapped Shen Tianhao's wrist.

"So spicy! Grandpa likes it! But God likes stimulation!"

As soon as Shen Tianhao finished his speech, he kissed the tender cherry...