Xiao Min began to take off his court clothes as soon as he entered the door, took off the shackles of men's clothing, and then appeared in front of San Shunxiang's eyes. San Shunxiang obviously felt that his panting was gradually getting worse, but it was not out of obscene blasphemy. He was excited to see the most mature sexiness in the world with his own eyes. She took the neon dress from San Shunxiang's hand and draped it over her shoulders, then pulled out the gold hairpin on her head. A huge pain hit her abdomen, causing her to straighten her waist slightly and shake off her smooth hair in an instant. The silk slipped off in an instant and hung lazily on her shoulders and her white thighs stained with bright red blood. The soft light flickered on and off. The thick curtains could not let in any sunlight, but the branches outside could not bear the weight of the snow and fell down, smashing into pieces with a dull sound.