Leng Muchen's eyes become more profound, less than the laughter of the bottom of the eyes makes Qin Yahuang tremble, "How about us? Hmm?"

Qin Ya-ying looked at the man in front of her. In front of him, she suddenly felt that she was always so powerless.

He, in a few seconds, could fade her clothes completely, and he could stand in front of her in this way.

Isn't that too unfair?

"What are you thinking about?" Leng Muchen approached her and hugged her in his arms. "Which of the many men at the party do you like?"

His words are obviously sour and sour. He just came in with...