C58 Jiu Ye My Mouth Hurts a Little

"Ninth Master..." The cake in Su Wan's hand was placed on the coffee table by Shi Beisheng, and then her body suddenly rose into the air. She subconsciously held Shi Beisheng's neck, and the light and refreshing mint fragrance on his body rushed into the tip of her nose.

"I will go back to my room by myself..."

"Isn't it dizziness? I'll carry you back."

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