Xiang Yiqing felt that all blood vessels in his body were about to explode.
However, this **** little girl was still twisting his **** in front of him, doing all kinds of tricks to tempt him.
“k!ss first.”
Wearing a pink silk suspender dress, he scratched his head in front of Xiang Yiqing, Xin Xiaoxiao bent over, soft lips, and gently kissed Xiang Yiqing’s forehead.
Maybe it’s because she wears too little, her lips are cold, and the feeling is thin, like a stroke on the apex of Xiang Yiqing’s heart.
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