: 202 How Many Flowers Are Dreaming About

"Thank you at night, Gangbang handsome!"
Wu Yaoqin closed her eyes and said vaguely.
镚 Zhao Gang choked on saliva, looked at the hand on his thigh, and said, "It's all I should do."
"Huh."
瑶 Wu Yaoqin snorted, then stopped talking, and seemed to fall asleep.
I looked at this woman who was in her thirties but was not old at all, and Zhao Gangzhang's heart flashed inexplicably.
Women, especially beautiful women, have a hard time trying to make a living on such occasions.
Zhao Gangdi sighed. At this moment, Wu Yaoqin mumbled a few words, and then rolled over and pressed Zhao Gangzhao under him. Then, Wu Yaoqin seemed to have a dream, and kissed Zhao Gangzhang. A kiss, it was dry fire that touched the fire. unstoppable.
I don't talk much about the specific process. Anyway, I can hear extravagant sounds constantly. This sound is not suppressed at all, and the whole room echoes Wu Yaoqin's voice.
Even the younger brother at the door heard the voice faintly, and then felt uncomfortable.
I don't know how long I have tossed.
镚 Zhao Gangchen and Wu Yaoqin hugged and slept in a hug, Wu Yaoqin curled up like a child and held Zhao Gangzhao.
Finally, a good morning is here.
Wu Yaoqin, slowly opened his eyes.
(This chapter is a post-Crab version, so if you look strange, I ca n’t help it)