Shen Jing had no choice but to push open the glass door, walked in front of Zhou Lushen, and squatted down with a coffee table in her hand.

Squatting in the narrow distance between the sofa and the coffee table, she turned her back to him and lifted her hand away.

"You pull lightly, my skin is tender."

Zhou Lushen stretched out his hand, pinched the small metal pendant, and stabbed it, and his warm fingertips touched the snow-white back slightly, delicate as a soft feather.

Exactly, what kind of feeling is it, Zhou Lu has not paid attention to it, and he is not

"Limited Time Addiction" asked Zhuang Ming to send it over is in the hand, please wait a while,

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