C673 Your Tangtang Is Already Autistic Please Poke Her Later

Ruan Tang was lying lazily on the hammock, looking at the starry sky. He could still hear the noise coming from the city in the distance.

After a while, he suddenly raised his hand to cover his face and curled up with a red face.

It was over, it was over. He had just lost his mind because of the beauty. It was broad daylight. No, it was night, but it was in public..