C135 The Taste of Love
Of course, in the end, Chen Xuanhu couldn't hold it in anymore — the groom going to bed would burn three times —
Desire Fire!
Desire Fire!
Desire Fire!
The crowd tactfully left.
Other people were worth a thousand gold for a single moment of spring snack, but Lang Xie Wang was walking around the military camp alone.
His room was next to Sweet's, the same tent
