Wen Ying's breath was unstable because of what he did, and her brain was even more chaotic, not only afraid that what she said would make him continue to go crazy, but also felt that she could not swallow this breath if she said something good casually.

She tilted her head away, keeping as far away as she could from him.

"What does Childe think? Can a slave be so mad as to tell you about her bed? ”

Lu Congyuan ...... for a moment

Chapter 169 of "Luring into the Spring Box" This kind of thing with grass growing on the top of the head, where can I easily pass it is hitting in the hand, please wait a moment,

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