"King, the people are all listening and watching~" Although his mouth was full of anger, his face was full of shame from his daughter's family.

"Hahaha, where is there any subordinate?"

When the words fell, the witch king sniffed hard between Zhen Yu's neck, and praised it: "Incense." ”

Zhen Yu seemed to be a little itchy by him, twisted his slender waist shyly, and gently pushed the man's chest with his fist: "Itchy~"

Seeing this, the witch king knew that she was about to refuse and greet her. So, he laughed again and buried his head in Zhen Yu's neck, "Zhuan'er is really like congealed fat." ”

"Wang~" The voice is coquettish.

In the middle of the push, the man's embroidered robe with 黼黻 (fǔ fú) became ......

"Mei Zhongxiang" 213 - Falling flowers do not understand the suffering of the Yiren is hitting in the hand, please wait a while,

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