The Domineering Dragon King Who Wears Books Falls in Love with Me... Turn over the Table, Whoever Likes It Will Come! I Don't Want to Play Director Anymore!

This is the story of a man who writes about abuse, but finally gives his son a gift of warmth from heaven and earth (cross out the fog). "Good morning, my master." I want the younger sister, I choose the younger sister. What I see when I open my eyes must be the younger sister. Qingqi opened his eyes under the gentle call. The person in front of him is dressed in a deacon's outfit and pretending to wear a monocle. His short golden hair shines in the sun. "Master, do you choose to have breakfast, take a shower first, or..." Cizer wore gloves. His hand touched Qingqi's cheek, "Eat me first?" No, no one wants to eat you, I choose Meidulong. By the way, a dragon that is not Meidulong is not a dragon. "You can wear it as a maid, my master," César said with a smile. His blue eyes seemed like a sea filled with water because of the pleasure. "As long as you can satisfy me." César raised Qingqi's chin with his hand, "I can satisfy everything for you." Oh, you! I just came back from a comic exhibition. Who was so shameless yesterday? He clearly promised not to be angry. It was clearly just something he wrote. Why was he on it? Ah? This is not fair! Wait, just now he... I didn't say anything... Qingqi pushed away Cizer's hand and there were hickeys on his arms. "Don't read my mind too much." "This is the ability you gave me." Cizer laughed and said, "You also know how to seal this ability, right?" "... I was wrong, uncle, I was wrong." Intention: