When the pain surged, Tian Yi exclaimed slightly, but he didn't move his palm away and poked it with his fingertips to make Xincheng stop twisting. If the other person knows, he dodges before his fingertips touch the pulse point at his collarbone, and then retreats until the back cushion sticks to the edge of the cold wooden barrel. Tian Yi grabbed the wrist and pulled it back. Just then, Prudential screamed impatiently.
"Who are you, scrubbing my body like this, what do you want!"
In fact, Prudential hopes that Tianyi's punishment will be more fighting or confinement than arrest and purging, while Tianyi will stare at each other's angry faces and then make a sound.
"The smell of sword in you, I will get rid of it."
The taste of health books,
What is the smell of the snake? Is there s
