Everything seemed to have come so naturally.
The thin bottom seemed to be unable to resist anything. The top was directly torn apart, and the shattering sound was swallowed.
**
The night was dark.
The clouds drifted in the night.
Half-covered and half-hidden, it clung to the dark clouds.
It was like a woman's slender arm.
In the bedroom.
Deep love.
Bo Jing's eyes were red. Panting slightly, he asked her, " Xi! er, do you love me? does Huahua love me? "
His voice was no longer as strong and cold as it was in the day. Instead, it was filled with too much emotion and pain as he asked her with a pleading tone.
Sweat dripped down, and their auras merged.
She bit her lip hard and did not answer, because the moment she opened her mouth, it was a Broken Sound.
It made her feel ashamed.
