Yang Zimo drooped his heavy eyelids, and his whole body was soft. Su Muyang put her on the bed smoothly, and when his arm was about to leave, he hooked his neck and pulled him off, and the distance between the tip of his nose and the tip of his nose was only one finger.

Su Muyang propped his hands on her waist in time, looking at the ruddy girl who was close at hand, she suddenly became thirsty, her Adam's apple moved up and down, and a hot flame burned violently in her chest, which was devouring his reason step by step.

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