Zhao Bin now feels that the small universe in his heart is about to explode. The rounded two tufts, the shape of bamboo shoot tip, are so tender that Zhao Bin can't help swallowing a mouthful of water.

Such a woman, if Zhao Bin no longer knows what this action means, it's simply too foolish, such a girl is simply the best thing to deliver to the door.

The other person's eyes were somewhat blurred, holding Zhao Bin's hands directly on the rounded top, and licking Zhao Bin's arm with the smooth tip of his tongue.

"Devil!"

Zhao Bin has a struggle in his heart. After all, he has professional...