Regardless of Qiujiayi's strong resistance, Shenglingyao plundered her fragrance.

The heart beat very fast, the hands against the chest became more and more weak, and gradually indulged in his super-high kissing skills.

The hot palm covered her soft, wanton kneading, malicious lips biting her red beans, Qiujiayi immediately woke up.

"No, don't... Tomorrow, I want to... Class..."

thumped him on the chest, and his words were vague.

"Take leave."

Throw out two words that are concise and powerful, and Sheng Lingyao keeps busy living.

Qiu Jiayi stares, as long as he thinks that he has just returned to school soon, if he asks for leave again, honey baby should laugh...