C563 A Tiger Father Has No Dog Daughter!

The hand was red and fragrant.

The person in his arms was like the moon, and his wrist was cold and snowy.

He held the water of the moon in his hand, and the fragrance of flowers filled his clothes.

Yang Ming was extremely gentle, and he softly snorted.

The mist was hazy, and the red was rosy.

Everything that happened next was logical and natural.

After the rain in the Wushan