Zong Wencheng stretched out his hand and rubbed the woman's sideburns.

He didn't force it, and his attitude can be called mild: "As long as you tell me whether you want it or not, as long as you are willing, just leave the rest to me." ”

“…… Are you sure? Feng Xiaoyu hesitated.

Zong Wencheng lightly hooked his lips: ......

Chapter 75 of "The Spring Breeze in the Willow Waist" The third kind of stunning color is being hit by hand, please wait a while,

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