Chapter 455 What does it matter to me that you hate to wash away?

pretending not to see the intimacy of the two people, love to speed up the pace, my heart is very silent.

How can there be no mosquitoes in the woods?

She thought she was on vacation. Who would bring mosquito repellent water with her?

Just then, the man who raised his voice toward the farther and farther said, "Love and so on, there is spray in the bag, which can expel mosquitoes."

When she heard what the man said, she almost tripped on her left foot and fell on her right foot to eat shit.

Grinded...