Xiao Ai: "You are all incompetent and disgusting. So, for some individuals, don't blame me~~~ Your great fan base is incompetent and ineffective."
"Han, I want it." The corners of An Xiaoyu's mouth widened little by little. Even if his heart didn't belong to her, even if he knew he would ignore her in the future, she still wanted it.
He will be responsible for her. In that case, she can be with him forever. Even if Mu Ran Jinxi comes back, she can't change anything.
"Jin Xi, I, want, you." Zuo Lan Yinche bit Jin Xi's ear, and all the goosebumps on Jin Xi's body suddenly fell to the ground, and he was frightened.
"Mu'er, I love you," Leng Mingshuohan strongly asked for An Xiaoyu's kiss. An Xiaoyu's eyes were already filled with tears, but she couldn't help but feel secretly happy in her heart.
"Han, I want it, I want it." An Xiaoyu wiped away her tears with Leng Mingshuohan's hand, smiled seductively at Leng Mingshuohan, and put her hands around Leng Mingshuohan's neck.
"Mu'er." Leng Mingshuohan also smiled psychedelically~~~The cold prince turned into a psychedelic prince in a second. Leng Mingshuohan looked at An Xiaoyu drunkenly, and An Xiaoyu lay on the cold bed in cooperation.
Inside Ming Shuohan's arms.
"Han, will you be nice to me?" An Xiaoyu looked at Leng Mingshuohan anxiously. For some reason, she especially cherished the time when she had not been eaten clean.
"Yes." Leng Mingshuohan nodded desperately, and some cells in his body became increasingly restless. "What if one day, I lied to you?" An Xiaoyu took out her mobile phone.
He recorded the conversation between himself and Leng Mingshuohan. "I will also be kind to you." Leng Mingshuohan hugged An Xiaoyu tightly. "Don't blame me." An Xiaoyu bit her lower lip.
Sometimes, conscience still cannot resist the temptation.
"I won't blame you, I will never blame you." Leng Mingshuohan scratched An Xiaoyu's nose. "Well," An Xiaoyu safely saved the recording on her phone.
"Mu'er, I want you," Leng Mingshuohan took off An Xiaoyu's thin clothes, and An Xiaoyu's skin that could be broken by a blow was completely exposed in front of Leng Mingshuohan.
An Xiaoyu looked particularly shy, her two tender pink hands restlessly drew circles on Leng Mingshuohan's chest, Leng Mingshuohan's desire was particularly strong.
"Mu'er, you are responsible for putting out the fire for me." Leng Mingshuo's cold and warm breath stirred on An Xiaoyu's cheek.
"Yes," An Xiaoyu nodded weakly, and her whole body flowed into Leng Mingshuohan's warm embrace in such a gorgeous way.