"Then what are we going to do in bed so sober? Well? Ye Jintang's hand around her waist viciously pinched her waist. Ye Qiao flipped off from him and lay down next to him. The man half-propped himself up and half-pressed him, "I probably know what you think in your heart, do you think my heart is small?" He was a little displeased...

Chapter 120 He touched me, I'm dirty I'm hitting my hand, please wait a moment,

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