C37 Male Selection

In front of a table and chair woven from bamboo vines, the red-clothed man had placed a pot of tea to the side and was boiling. The last time he had seen it, he remembered that she liked to smell the fragrance of tea.

Seeing that the red dress was fine, Tang Yuvyuv felt at ease. She lowered her head and fiddled with the uncarved bamboo Xiao in her hand. She asked casually