"Wow, it turns out that the god of Yaoyin is not a 10,000-year-old virgin!" Gather around the mirror and look at the wonderful scenery in the mirror.

In the mirror, Song Zhuohua was pressed under a woman in men's clothes, and the woman's clothes were loose on her shoulders, revealing a snow-white back, if it weren't for the scar on her shoulder, otherwise Yaoyin wouldn't recognize it.

"Yaoyin, you're drunk!" Song Zhuohua gasped.

"Shhhh I'm not drunk. He just squinted and put his finger to his mouth.

"Yaoyin, what will I do to you if you do this again?"

"Here you go!"

"Don't regret it!"

"Who's afraid of whom!"

In this way, Song Zhuohua put a counterpressure. Well, I can't write it, I understand it.

"The Emperor is Too Arrogant: God, Please Respect Yourself" 36 Don't think you are martyrdom is in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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