Xie Jie was careless: "There is no rush."

His mind is no longer on the flier, his rough fingertips pressed on the corner of Ahia's eyes, in the red mole just dotted on the unstoppable rubbing.

The end of Aghia's eyes grew redder and redder, almost haloing a haze, swallowed, unconsciously moved his body away a little.

Xie Jie is like a blazing sun, burning hot, random provocations, you can tell her to be steamed up like.

Ahya was a bit overwhelmed.

She originally ...