qin anlan's black eyes narrowed. he lowered his head and looked at the woman who was pressed against his chest.
She was so hot, so soft, and so warm.
it was his courage to struggle in the face of death. it was not to live to be with her, but to live so that he could see her, to see her happy ...
In the past, he had never thought that he would be so famous. He was simply a Saint of love.
But when it came to it, he felt that all of this was so natural.
But what did she mean by this?
She was crying like a Pear Blossom bathed in the rain, but she rubbed him desperately, and he squinted his face as he rubbed it back and forth.
she was not a virgin. don't tell him that she didn't know that this was called seduction.| to attract men!
if he wasn't yingluo, he would have pounced on her no matter what.
She should be clear about it in her heart, so why did she still tease him like this?
qin anlan's pain was that he had the heart, but he could not do anything.
