บท 1165: My gentle tyrant (43)_1

Ji Rong only calmed down after being hit.

..

Fu Shang muttered to himself that this man's kissing skills were terrible.

He couldn't bear it anymore, there was no need to bear it anymore.

With a backhand, she hit him down and pinched Ji Rong's face. Then, she patted her face twice. are you born in the Year of the Dog? "

Fu Shang raised his eyebrows and pressed Ji Rong down on the ground. His white fingers started moving from the tip of Ji Rong's eyebrows and then slowly moved down, tracing the bridge of her nose, her chin, and then her slightly raised Adam's apple ... She looked like an old master who was visiting a brothel.

She was frivolous and charming.

"You're so handsome, why don't you give me a laugh?"

Ji Rong. the attribute tyrant. was speechless.

Not only was he pressed to the ground, but he was also being teased by a woman.

Why are you still laughing?