Miao. Muscle and jade bone, separated by a layer of silk, but it gives people a better feeling, to be honest, if not this life married so many beautiful imperial concubines, Chen Jiu felt that this time, he would have died happily.

"Chen Jiu, why don't you wear clothes?" The butterfly was stunned for a while, but could not help complaining. He wore less clothes. He was better. He came directly to wear no clothes. There was no peace of mind at all.

The thought of lying in a back nest with a man without clothes, in the heart of the butterfly, is simply angry, ashamed, and ashamed of all...