Shen Mo dust saw her little stomach, tone bitterly: "wear so dew, also not afraid of catching cold." Yin caiyu confidently patted her chest and said, "I'm the one who makes up the fault. How can I be so fragile?" "The one who makes up the fault is just as human as the human body." "But I'm not cold. Feel it." Yin Caiyu picked up Shen Mo Chen's hand and stuck it on his stomach. Her stomach was warm, a little soft in her relaxed state, but she could feel the firm abs underneath. ...
