C212 Intimidating eight women
On the oval-shaped bed, Xu Qing rested her head on Duan Hong's chest, her finger carefully tracing the scar on his chest, "Hong, how did you do this?"
<p></p> < p > "You mean the scar?" "It's too early, I was cut down by someone when I was young."
Duan Hong lowered his head and looked. After the passion had passed, he was calm, with an additional sense of responsibility
