Yao Meng can only speak his mind. He didn't expect that Wen Qianqian, who looks weak, could master martial arts, and it was still on top of him. He thought of the miserable life in the future. He couldn't beat her, and said that he couldn't beat her again. If one word can only be used to describe the future days, it's difficult.

"hum, isn't it good? You also know that the most poisonous women are popular. Unfortunately, it's too late. " Wen Qianqian laughs, puts his small hand on Yao Meng's soft rib, pinches a small amount of meat and gently twists it. Experienced friends should know how vicious...