Xiang Xinci thought it was okay, she had no objection to both, just use it if it was just right.

Speaking of which, Xiang Xinci looked at Ye Zi's shadow and looked a little dazed. She had seen Ming Xiluo begging her more than once in the bed curtain. She had the pleasure of tearing his self-esteem apart and kneading it casually, which would make people addicted, especially his nature that actually looked down on anyone, and he would not take anyone seriously, but he would let go of all his pride and sink into her to the extreme.

But it’s not good. If you rub too much, it seems that you can really break a man’s bones and alert them.

Mingxiluo hadn't entered her room for a long time. The man responded to the competition with her with determination. She didn't care, she just tried something her mother remembered in idleness.

So when you go back to the instinct, either he or she will die in the end. But she is too tired to cultivate herself, so she should just live casually.

What's more, she has more than her mother, her identity, such a serious and inappropriate alternation, and the points between the powerful and the dust, can achieve twice the result with half the effort.

Mrs. Mo turned out to like these...

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Don’t listen to the silence of birds and wits. This kind of thing can be practiced only in a limited way. It is inherent to driving straight into the nine turns of the world.

What am I talking about! Who am I? Children should have discernment and don’t believe it! Just like a man’s length, do you follow one piece? Ahh! I am autistic!
Chapter completed!