Ye Huan pounced beside Su Qingqing, then took out a toothpick from his pocket.
Just as he took out the toothpick, before it could pierce into Su Qingqing's acupuncture point...
"I feel like I'm dying..."
Su Qingqing exhaled a sweet breath, and her hands were particularly restless.
"You feel uncomfortable, do you think I'm not uncomfortable too? Stay still!"
Ye Huan gritted his teeth and said.
With such a level of beauty launching an attack on Huan bro, Huan bro is also in great pain!
If Huan bro had even slightly less self-control, he would have already helped her in the most convenient way.
Ye Huan searched for the opportunity to pierce the toothpick into Su Qingqing's philtrum.
But there's no way!
Su Qingqing was just too restless, struggling non-stop, her face full of even more pain: "Ye Huan, you... you hurry up, I... I won't blame you!"
"Su Qingqing, don't get it wrong, I'm a married man!"