Zoe Zheng’s intimate kick naturally fell into Mu Jiang’s eyes.
She subconsciously looked at the white robe sword repairman...
Unexpectedly, this person didn’t see the slightest annoyance, but he lowered his eyebrows and spoke to the red-robed nun, which only caused the nun to put another Huang Yiguo in his mouth.
From her perspective, she could only see the crimson skirt hanging down like water, her slender wrists, and the tender fingertips.
On the fingertips, there is still a little red juice left over from Yuanguo.
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