Didn't his pastries taste good?
Couldn't it be compared with those mortal dumplings?
Although he was angry, he still followed her. And Shui Shuihong had already jumped up and down on Xi'er's shoulder so that he could use the fastest speed to lie down on her tender chest.
"I'm used to lying in such a soft place. I'm afraid that Hong Hong can't sleep in another place."
After all, the softness, temperature, and taste of that kind of place were all the best. He couldn't find any place in the world that was more comfortable than that, and he couldn't go back.
His eyes were a little obscene, and he looked straight at Xi'er's full breasts. Looking down from above, he felt different. Although it was also very good, it was much worse than lying on the tender breasts.
They came to the pavilion
