C739 Red Nevus of Ostium Cordis

Ann Yue pulled her hand away and reached for Qin Mo's bottle, wanting to keep it to herself.

Suddenly, Qin Mo held her waist with both hands. The long-awaited shiver made Ann Yue stiffen, but Qin Mo stood up and whispered in her ear: "Wearing so little, is to hook. Is it for me? "

"What nonsense are you talking about!" If it wasn't for Qin Mo constantly acting coquettish... After disturbing her