C217 Jiu ji ji nest

She turned around, and the hair that was on Mu Beihan's fingertips was also pulled away.

Looking at the empty fingertip, it seemed as if there was still a faint fragrance coming from Yan Luoluo's body.

"Isn't this the time to dream? Do you want to make my dream come true? "

Mu Beihan lowered his body and gently blew at Yan Luoluo's ear, intentionally lowering his voice