C1268 The Lord Is a Saintly Man

"Is God Lord thinking of this?" Jiang Yong caressed his face that was getting redder and hotter.

Ann Wuyang was shy as he didn't want to see Jiang Yong's eyes. Lowering his head, he moved closer to Jiang Yong's chest. His voice was a little soft as he said in a spoiled manner, "Hug me …"

"God Lord, I still have to pick peaches." Jiang Yong stroked his hair.

He was actually rejected