"Colorful butterfly, are you sure it's here?" Chen Jiuji. Move, ask again, don't get to the critical moment she just shouted stop.

"White clouds, ten thousand butterflies love flowers, such a beautiful artistic conception, more pleasant than anywhere. Painted butterfly pottery, drunk talk, is undoubtedly very satisfied with Chen Jiu's arrangement.

"Well, here you are, let you be my woman!" Chen Jiu's absolute words are undoubtedly determined.

gradually came into contact with the butterfly, sometimes, although unreasonable, but she is undoubtedly a heart-stirring beauty, especially long-term affection, Chen Jiu for her, inevitably more and more love.

This man likes a woman. He wants to take possession of what she already...