Ye Beicheng put her hand on her head, lifted up slightly, raised her red eyes, and looked at the soft bottom of her eyes. Her deep voice was hoarse because of forbearance, but with a seductive taste, "Quiet elegance, give me, eh?"

She didn't speak, but clenched her lower lip. He bent anxiously again, and his body reacted more and more strongly.

She could clearly hear his muffled humming and bit his lip a few times. She opened her mouth and had a feeling of asphyxiation, so she had to bury her head in his shoulder socket. The evening wind blew the shutters, and it was a little cold at...