C133 Child Mass Production

"Hmm …" Yan Xiaohuan's nose let out an involuntary moan. Gu Beihan couldn't help but extend his hand towards her.

The girl's smooth skin was like silk.

Yan Xiaohuan didn't know what had happened to her. She only felt that the places Gu Beihan touched seemed to be on fire.

Gu Beihan finally let her go. If this went on, he was going to shoot himself. His voice sounded a little hoarse