Zhao Cheng's house is sunny, and at noon, the sunlight enters the room through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, and it is warm.

The branches of the begonia trees outside swayed in the wind, as if they felt the emotions in the house.

Song Huaiyuan stopped his waist and hugged Zhao Cheng from behind, the two of them did not move, Song Huaiyuan's breath hit Zhao Cheng's back through the thin lining, making him itch all over.

He didn't dare to move.

For fear that a move will ruin this moment.

"Uncle, I'm glad you can confess to me, although it's hard to say, but I have the same heart for you, I hope you can accept it."

Song Huai's gentle and delicate voice penetrated into his ears and penetrated into every inch of skin on his body

"She, see the subtle and know the murderer. Chapter 47 His emotions are in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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