C451 Fantasy

On the way home, she was unusually silent.

Mr. Portuguese sensed it.

At that time, the Blue Elves were sitting in the middle.

She twisted her body a few times and threw herself into her mother's arms, constantly stretching out her small hands to play with the lace on her mother's beautiful clothes.

"Mommy …" "Mom …"

"Your son is so obedient, calling so clearly …" Come on