C797 He Is My Son

She put her hands on his shoulders. What did you do to the baby?"

"He's my son. What can I do to him? Of course, I'll serve him well. " The bathrobe on his body also retreated. He lowered his head and gently stroked her beautiful neck. "Wife, I want you. "

With such a bewitching voice, she somehow made a soft "En" sound.

"But. . . My chest is swelling