C142 Conspiracy?

The fragrance off Shen Monong's body entered Ye Feng's nostrils, and continued to affect his inner heart. Right now, even the mischievous stone would probably be moved by her impudence.

Looking at the soft milk in front of him, Ye Feng's hand touched it. It was different from the feeling just now, at this time, she gave herself an even more intuitive feeling