After asking, Rong Yan looked down on herself. Aiya, I don't have a brain, how can you not have one? your hands must be tired of holding it.
Liancheng Yazhi's eyes immediately darkened. He looked at Rong Yan for a while, and his eyes gradually softened.
This woman always said things that made him unable to harden his heart.
Liancheng Yazhi realized that for some reason, after Rong Yan had said those words, the fire of desire in his body had faded a little, and he felt more pity for Rong Yan. He held Rong Yan and turned around. Their positions changed, and Rong Yan lay on top of him.
He raised his hand and pinched Rong Yan's cheek, reprimanding her, " look at you. It's just a red packet. If you want it, this young master will give you so many red packets that your hands will go soft.
rong yan's eyes lit up,'really? Really? Quickly tell me what's the method?"
