e knew he was playing with him again， so he raised his eyebrows. "that little butt of cannon fodder is bigger than yours." Since living together， he has been talking more and more -- like peng yifei.

Peng Yifei jiao soft without bone melody nowadays， directly on the Fang Ye shoulder and then play with chin rubbing on each other's shoulders. "Too much， see the new laugh， do not hear the old cry， this is really a red apricot.

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