He inexplicably thought of Yan An's soft and boneless little hands, so soft......

Ji Chen: "......"

What kind of nonsense is he thinking?!

The nice smell in Yan An's room is a misty fragrance, right? Otherwise, why would he think of such a thing...

"The Male God Waits for Me to Save" Chapter 113 I Rely on My Ability to Be a Waste Material (20) It's in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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