Wen Yi looked at him, the man was wearing his upper body, and he didn’t know whether he was wearing it or not under the quilt. The face under the black short hair was filled with smoke, which was unreal s3xy.
In fact, his idea is not good to get, Wen Yi felt so after enlightenment, but she didn’t know why she suddenly thought of it.
Three days, 72 hours.
She bit her lower lip, smiled, looked at him absurdly, and asked unbelievably, “Mo Shichen, don’t you want me to get pregnant?”
He looked at her and smoked quietly.
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