C1685 Idealism(1)

Lu Zifeng rushed to the wine house. The battle between the two girls had just ended.

At first, it was just a small fight, but later on, the wine also became a weapon. The front of their waists and thighs were all wet, and their kimonos were tightly pressed against their skin, almost transparent, appearing and disappearing in the spring.

Seeing Lu Zifeng push open the door and enter