No response.
At this moment, Su Ruoxue had no time to respond to Cheng Yi!
Ye Tian's tongue was stirring up a storm in her Secret Garden.
It was as if a stream was flowing through her garden.
She bit down on her silver teeth, desperately trying not to let out any strange sounds.
Ye Tian's face was buried in Su Ruoxue's Secret Garden.
Just thinking of how Su Ruoxue was usually a high and cold president in front of others
made his body even more excited.
And now, this high and cold president was endlessly flowing under his tongue.
This gave Ye Tian a sense of pride.
The Furious Dragon that was already lifting its head was becoming increasingly exaggerated.
If it weren't for Cheng Yi outside,
he would have already gone on the attack.
After more than a minute,
Su Ruoxue simply couldn't bear it any longer, a soft, coquettish moan escaped her throat.
Cheng Yi outside the car couldn't hear it clearly.
