Looking at Xiang Yiqing, whose face was red, he was in a particularly good mood. He raised his chin slightly and said to him: “Little master, I am a pure man. Blue Yan.”
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly changed his words, “No, it should be said that even if Lao Tzu is crooked, then Lao Tzu is also attacking.”
Without waiting for Xiang Yiqing to say anything, Chase, who was sitting on the small sofa next to him, suddenly said, “People like you should be sent to war-torn countries to serve as comfort men for those terrorists.”
The corners of Harvey’s mouth twitched, “Chase, can you be more vicious and disgusting?”
Be a comfort husband for terrorists…
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