The changes in the palm of his hand most intuitively reflect the attitude of Wei and Yu.

He was satisfied.

I like it, so to speak.

Feng Xiaoyu seemed to have grabbed his handle at this moment, and her soft fingertips swayed, wandering on the hard muscles, always feeling the man's breathing quickly and gently.

Arbitrarily playing, it is ambiguous and intertwined hot and humid breathing.

Feng Xiaoyu said: ......

Chapter 77 of "The Spring Breeze in the Willow Waist" No one can put a gimmick in the hand, please wait a moment,

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