Her voice was so shy that she didn't even know where to look. Every inch of her delicate skin was red with shyness, either because of the mist or because of shyness.

Dong Yihang stared at her deeply, as sticky as glue, and the passion inside almost made people drunk.

"Mrs. Yan, we are not strangers, we are husband and wife, there is no need to prepare."

His hoarse voice fell and whispered in her ear, "Aaaa, I've been waiting for a long time."

"Listen, my heart ...