C112 A Dog's Mouth Has No Ivory

Feng Jiuge turned around and put her hands behind her back. She tilted her head and looked at him. "What?"

"I want to fuck her! Ah -

Yeh Wuzheng covered his eyes and fell to the ground.

Feng Jiuge lightly snorted," A dog can't spit out ivory from its mouth, get lost! "

Yeh Wuzheng suddenly jumped onto the window edge, opened a green and golden eye, and stared at her