Luo Feihong left a pie mouth and raised her neck to gulp down a glass of koumiss. The white wine slurry flowed along the corners of her mouth and loved her sister very much.
"The rammed goods don’t he slept with me a few times I really became others can tell me what to do? If not, I’ll lend him my hand to kill Lao Khan, or to put it more bluntly, if it weren’t for his hand, I wouldn’t let him sleep with me. Now he thinks he’s…