"Pain... It hurts... " The younger sister paper sobs, rubs the tear casually, uses Well, Lan Lan looks down. It seems that it's her dress. Touch it again, Emma. It's still on well.

so, where does she hurt?

that's what Lu Yuteng wants to ask. Don't you just kiss her little face, egg and neck? Do you cry for pain?

it's embarrassing. Is it swollen?

Lan Lan inhaled her nose, but she couldn't care about the golden pimples. When her eyes turned, she said: "last time, they still hurt! It's just pain. I'll hurt. "

the man's hands are down, ready to witness that the mouth on a orchid has...