fcuk!
Flynn wrung his brows so that he could kill a fly, and took a step back with great resistance.
His muscles are tight, his shirt is close to his arms, the bulging shape of the muscles is obvious, and it is wild.
Cen Juan looked at the boy for a few seconds and raised his eyebrows, “Uncle Fu, why don’t you continue?”
Flynn’s thin lips tightened, almost a sound coming from the bone of his throat.
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