Before Jiang Jiangjiang met Ji Qiao, he stayed up the latest night, put on the most expensive facial mask, and performed the wildest dance, without any awareness of love.
"Sisters, it's the milk dog that's not sweet enough, or the wolf dog that's not salty enough. Why do we have to hang our youth on a tree with a crooked neck?" Liu Qing's waist on the left hand, Tang Zhi'er's buttocks on the right hand. "Come on, I'm going to treat you to a treat today. Girls, we won't come home until we get drunk."
After Jiang Jiangjiang met Ji Qiao, he jogged and walked at six in the morning, soaked up wolfberry to nourish his stomach, went to bed at ten o'clock in the evening, and let Ji Qiao be raised as a daughter day by day.
"Sisters, I can't help you tonight. My family has a curfew." Ji Qiao held his hands and pressed them against the wall. "Baby, I can't satisfy you just like this? Do you still want to steal something?" Ji Qiao bit Jiang Jiangjiang's ear, "Can't you leave yet, huh?"
This article is sweet but not cruel, fairies are welcome to enter the pit
Concept: sweet love