Cen Jiang, “…”
He couldn’t do it at this moment.
The man’s long eyelashes were lightly drooping, his face slightly sideways, and he gently nudged the girl’s soft cheeks, and a s3xy, dumb smile rolled from his throat.
Tessa sat face to face in his arms, grabbed Cen Tire’s hand with one hand, placed it on top of his head, and rubbed his palm like a baby.
The little girl was born exquisitely and thoroughly, which would make a blush on her white cheeks, which looked like a squiggly rose.
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