Tang Qiaoer's plump chest was inadvertently pressed against his chest, and his breathing became heavier. His trembling hands couldn't help but climb up to her tightly wrapped waist in her red skirt.
There is always one in the brain and body that is losing control.
"Take your stinky hands away!"
Tang Qiaoer had sharp eyes and gritted her teeth hard, "Otherwise, I'll chop it up and use it as a tooth grinding stick for my crocodile!"