Pure temperament, but it is wave, turbulent, and has extreme. Sensory body, her muscle, skin white as snow, pure as water, that big eyes shining, is the sky's shining star, bright, full of inspiration.

Such a beautiful woman can reasonably enjoy herself. It should be the luck that men have cultivated in their eight lives. But Chen Jiu is facing such a woman now, but he is pulling a face and never happy. Even his proud gun can't help but bow his head. It seems that he is afraid of the woman in front of him.

"Saint Mother, why haven't you died yet?" Listening to her daughter's complaints, Chen Jiu...