You just didn't expect that this child would grow up in your house without telling you, and would even become the 'little master' of the family.
Nghiem Trac was not angry, nor did he deny: "Then let me rank second."
Lean against the headboard.
Nghiem Trac imagined the scene of them wearing aprons for each other, holding each other's waists with both hands, slowly approaching, with a little heat on their faces: "Listen to what you have to say."
These girls, looking at Wang Hanhan's smiling face... are really incomprehensible.
Hearing that, Fu Yichi lost his temper. While washing vegetables, he fell into deep thought.
The clavicle is useless, and the place of the next bite becomes the chest.