"Se ... Senior?" Zhuo fanglin's voice trembled, and his scalp was about to explode. That pride had long disappeared, and his mood had also fallen into an Ice Valley.
"A bone root like this is a good material for cultivating the martial arts of the sword whisper Manor. Come, let me feel your bones." As Yue Jianqing spoke, she stretched out her hand and touched Zhuo fanglin's body. He was touching the bones, but his fingers were rubbing against the exposed fresh meat.
The desire in his eyes was burning like a raging fire.
The sky was clear and the sun was shining, but at this time, the air was filled with a bone-chilling coldness. Cold, it was too cold.
"Holy shit!" Ling Chuxi wiped away her cold sweat. He finally understood what Zhao Dahai meant by bad habits. It turned out that Yue Jianqing was gay. It was fine if he was gay, but he was also so desperate that he took advantage of her in broad daylight.
