"You..."

Before Isuwan opened his mouth, Zhao Bin covered his opponent's mouth again, and his other hand pressed him against the wall.

It's soft and bouncing, and it's still very handy.

When Zhao Bin looked down, he despised himself and felt shamelessly on the other side's peak, which was shameless.

Release your hands quickly.

At this time, Zhao Bin heard a voice from downstairs: "Doctor Zhou?"

Fan Zhiwei, who had doubts about Zhao Bin before, has recognized Zhao Bin at this moment. After all, whether he can cure asthma or not, at least now his daughter looks good. Doctor Zhou has gone to the bathroom. Wait a minute. Fan Xinrui...