"I've already done it. I'm ripe..." Qian Xiangyi hated the sermon: "Chen Jiu, I know you can't forget Molan in your heart, but you can feel my body, body, will not be worse than her, as long as you get me, you will not miss her any more..."

"What? What do you think of me as? Am I just a man with half-body thinking? Chen Jiuquan's face suddenly became dissatisfied.

"Okay, you guys are using it. Half-body thinking!" Qian Xiangyi muttered back.

"Thank you, princess. Actually, I'm all right. You don't need to comfort me in this way. It hurts you too much!" Chen Jiu shook his head and spoke...