Second Uncle's Face Slapping (3)

Fu Ting was completely unaware that the time bomb she was holding was already hovering crazily on the verge of exploding. The little girl suddenly lay on the crook of his neck and fell asleep without moving. Even breathing could be heard from her mouth.

Cen Juan was speechless.

His entire body was steaming hot, and his chest was heaving up and down. He was full of lust as he called out softly," Sister?"

Fu Ting smacked her lips, and a cute cat-like purr came from her stomach.

Cen Tiao's eyebrows jumped and stared at Fu Ting for more than ten seconds. She supported her forehead and laughed softly. Her eyes were clear and seductive.

"F * ck."

He hugged her back and lowered his head to rub the top of her head. He then leaned his forehead against hers and laughed hoarsely." Brother has really fallen into your hands.""

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On this night, the Internet was once again in an uproar.​