Shen Wen, who was sitting in the office, was pressed on the sofa, looking at the man on top of her, a little distracted.
"Song Nandan, you are crazy!"
"Huanwen, just be good, I'm tired of just being your brother."
Feeling the deep breathing on his neck, Yan Huan just felt that he had gone off to do something three years ago, and now he knew he was back.
"Yan Hu, aren't you willing? I won't treat you badly if you marry me!"
"What are you thinking about? It's not because it's time!"
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