"I'm tired!" When Yin Cong arrived at the hotel room, he threw himself on the soft bed, feeling funny, and threw himself a few times, feeling a little weightlessness after being bounced up.

"......" Chu Fang replied to him helplessly: "I can still tire you after a meal." ”

"I'm just tired." Yin Cong closed his eyes and began to play scoundrel, shouting that he was tired or dishonest, and continued to throw himself.

Yin Cong rarely has such a naïve time, usually he looks indifferent to everything, Chu Fang looks interesting, and he doesn't stop him, just watching him play from the sidelines, and after he is tired of playing, he comes again: "Tired you still play like this." ”

"It's not about relaxing." Yin Cong finally stopped, and Yang lay on his back

"You're stumbling again?!" Chapter Seventy-Four: Playing in the hand, please wait a moment,

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