The moonlight rippled, sprinkled in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, and some penetrated into the room and shone on Jiang Yang's body, lining the skin more white and snowy.

The white light trembled mischievously......

In the end, Jiang Yang lay squeamishly in Ye Tushen's arms, his fingertips hooked at his chest.

The action is set.

But no one is calm.

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