Two small heads moved slowly, one in and one out of the flowers in the royal garden.

With a "bang", Ye Wuyou was directly pressed to the ground.

There was no way to retreat, Ye Wuyou looked at the ever-approaching pink lips, and in his haste, he pulled a flower aside to block his lips.

The soft touch and the charming floral scent made Feng Xiaoyu shy and at the same time a burst of excitement.

Feng Xiaoyu slowly opened her eyes, and Ye Wuyou immediately threw away the ...