C220 Mo Won't Let Anyone Kiss Him

With the sound of a recording board, the shoot began.

In a simple yet lively cottage.

Qingying sat in front of the dressing mirror and smiled at Yingying as she looked at the reflection in the mirror.

Murong Ann, who was dressed in a green plain dress, picked up a peach wood comb with his slender and pretty fingers. He held Qingying's 3000 ink-black hair and combed it down and down