C183 The Grass from My Son

"I'm not afraid of acid."

His voice was low and hoarse as he blew hot air. He was sensitive to Chuchen shrinking.

She was a sensitive little demoness.

After rolling on the bed many times, Ye Junhao was very clear about her sensitivity.

"As long as it's your cooking, even if you make me eat pickled vegetables every day, I'll be happy."

"Really, it's so easy to raise