Li Jianlan heard his heart beating wildly, as if it was about to jump out of his chest. His face was red and hot, as if he had drunk a pot of fine wine. He was so dizzy that he only wanted to indulge in his gaze.
Wen Zhihuan saw Li Jianlan foolishly staring at him with his cheeks as if he was dreaming a beautiful dream. Like a naive pig, he stretched out his finger and waved it in front of her." Wife, quickly wipe your saliva."
Li Jianlan returned to his senses and subconsciously wiped the corners of his mouth. There was nothing. He raised his eyes to face a certain person's smiling starry eyes, and he was instantly both angry and angry. He grabbed the comb on the makeup table and threw it at him." Why don' t you wear clothes? Big p*****t!"
Wen Zhihuan caught the comb, looking a little
