C869 High Fighting Spirit

Both of them had already done what they were supposed to do, but Chen Jianguo's bathrobe was still there.

Lin Peilan ignored his words. She sat on his lap and grabbed his open collar. Her hands never stopped.

Chen Jianguo could not stand this kind of torment. In a short while, another wave of air rushed in all directions. Seeing that his wife was about to sit down, he quickly lifted her up