Mistress, I Was Wrong

In the past, she untied her rope and stroked the traces of her red tie.

"Nine sisters."

She feels that she is really not normal. Qian Yuyu does not know what to say to explain today's behavior.

"Seven sisters, don't you blame me?"

Dongfang Minghui tentatively asked, she felt that the other party's emotions, how to say, not as mad as before, seems to be a bit low.

The other side is always for their own sake, and the thousands of jade hearts are about to turn into a pool of soft water, and will punish each other.

Thousands of jade **** suddenly looked up, eyes almost madly looking at each other, face close to her face in front of her face, Zhu lips lightly open, spit out the fragrance.

"Nine sisters, let the seven sisters hold once?"