The first time he saw her, she punched him on the cheek;
The second time we met, she turned into a Taekwondo coach, but she still gave him a back kick as a friendly gift;
If we could meet again, Rong Chu was not sure whether his beautiful face, which was angry with both humans and gods, would have close contact with her fists again.
However, if you make contact, let's make contact. You can't bear to leave your face, and you can't wear braised pork with thousands of knots...
"Well, it's delicious..." Rong Chu's little mouth was shiny.
Not to mention the weak water was three thousand, so what if it was four thousand or five thousand. He would be satisfied with just this scoop from her.
The corner of An Sheng's mouth twitched, "You are the one who's bald."
