Ah-Cheng, I want to give birth to your baby

Shi qinglan became more and more unbridled.

Her soft fingertips kept poking the man's cheek, her fingertips gently tracing his eyes, nose, and even his lower lip ...

Bo Yucheng suddenly grabbed her wrist. Lan Lan.

Probably because he was seduced by her, his voice could not help but become a little hoarse and a little tight.

"What?" Shi qinglan's voice trailed off slightly.

She didn't realize how alluring her soft voice was, and only unconsciously asked in confusion.

Bo Yicheng's Adam's apple bobbed slightly. He pursed his thin lips. do you know what you're doing? "

"I know." Shi qinglan looked at him seriously.

The man was a little surprised by her answer. His eyes could not help but darken as he quietly waited for her answer.

However, the girl pouted her red lips. I need to touch you to know if you're ah-Cheng or that old locust tree.

Upon hearing this, Bo Li Cheng's words were stuck in his throat.