"What word?" Her curious inquiry has been very much anticipated.

"wind, scratch without limit, this word must be the predecessor of the ancients, according to a woman like you created, otherwise, how can there be such an adjective?" Chen Jiu answered positively.

"Your Majesty, you're dead, not anybody else!" The demon girl acts like a coquettish woman, but the preconceived idea, which makes her do any action, can't get into Chen Jiu's eyes.

It's good for men to like women, but as long as normal men are afraid that no one likes such scratches, unless they need to vent themselves urgently, they will never look up to such women!

Women,...