Rong Zhan cursed in a low voice, dumbfounded by the color of the sh * t.
Sang Xia was also in high spirits because of him and was ready to accept him. At this time, she heard him cursing in a low voice and was a little confused.
"what, what's the problem?"
What color? did he use many colors?
The next second, Rong Zhan took it out for her to see. Sang Xia was confused. Black? So what if it's Black?"
Although Rong Zhan felt helpless, he still used it.
On the huge bed, under the thin blanket, the man was pressed on top of the woman. One arm was supporting her, and the other was around sang Xia's neck, pulling her closer to him. His voice was hoarse as he whispered in her ear, " what's wrong with being black? you look skinny with black.
"Pfft-!"
Sang Xia covered her face.
At a time like this, could he not make her burst out laughing?
But the next second, she couldn't smile anymore.
Rong Zhan bit her neck and started to deal with her ruthlessly.
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