"Brother Mutombo, as long as you have learned my bed technology, you will certainly be reluctant to send me away." Ouyang Yiyi is bold and unconstrained in this respect, so he doesn't care about his mother's presence at all. The slender jade hand wanders over the slightly open chest of Prince Mu, caressing wantonly, and his eyes are full of greedy desire, so he can't be thrown down directly.

"Your technology that tens of millions of people have witnessed, sneer! I'm sorry, I'm not happy, not to mention a garbage collector, so don't shoot your baseness at me, Mrs. Ouyang, why, is that how you educate your daughter? Let her...