"Little classmate Xiaoye, we won't need the inhibitor this time, be good."
Ye Yan looked at Lin Tingcheng approaching, his waist was dragged by strong hands, his hands gently grabbed the man's clothes, and the heat on his face could not go away.
"Well,, well."
Lin Tingcheng leaned down.
The little lemon in front of me finally belongs to me from the inside out.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
