Zhao Bin holds each other's wrist, pushes each other directly on the sofa, then grabs each other's hair, and asks with a trace of grim on his face, "Are you cheap?"

"Yes... I am. " Chen Lan's intense ups and downs of excitement made her tremble all over her body.

"thorn."

Zhao Bin tore apart each other's clothes roughly. He knew that the other party liked roughness, so he satisfied the other party.

With a key point, Zhao Bin wanted to see if there was a golden mark on the other side. As a result, he looked over and over for half a day, only the peach blossom mark.

He's...