C865 Ugly Face

Chen Jianguo went back to his room and laid down. Lin Peilan consciously moved closer to his words. It was soft and fragrant, fresh and pleasant.

The sadness and sadness in her heart slowly dispersed with her shallow breathing.

Her fingertips, which were covered in a thin cocoon, caressed her chest. This kind of naughty thing. . . His wife only knew how to do them in her sleep