He frowned and walked slowly over [
Hesitated for a moment in front of the door and then gently pushed it open.
My foot just stepped in and then I felt something coming head-on.
His consciousness flashed aside and then he reached out and caught it.
A faint fragrance jumped into the nose.
Looking down, I saw a pink Chinese-style chest covering in my hand.
His handsome face sank and he was about to throw away what he was holding. He felt that something seemed to splash in his face when his face cooled.
Eyes … Suddenly is black …
What … I can’t see clearly …
I vaguely seem to see a red figure standing at the door.
I haven’t seen who the man is yet, when I saw the red figure flashing to his side.
Point your finger at him, and he can’t move at once.
Then he was pushed hard by the man.
As soon as he was tall, he fell to the ground because he was unstable and could not see straight.
"Sisters, the flower thief has been taken by me. Come out quickly …"
This sound … Very familiar …
Soft female voice … with a sly taste.
"Damn flower pickers dare to hit my aunt’s mind. My aunt must make you look good today!"
It was very quiet just now … At this moment … I heard a burst of women’s voices.
These sounds … He is no stranger [
This is … the sound of his bed warmers and concubines.
He can’t remember their names … seldom remember their faces.
But these sounds … made when he was trying tactfully … He was impressed.
"Hum, sisters, let’s punish this damn flower thief today."
"Look at the young lady’s falling weight … Section 17: What? To break his life?
"Hum, sisters, let’s punish this damn flower thief today."
"Look at miss one thousand jins …"
Body … Being heavily pressed.
A sharp pain in the chest makes me feel breathless.
However … Everything seems to have just begun [
Those weak women who are always fighting for his favor … one by one incarnate the hags … and do their best to punch and kick him.
Face … Chest … Legs … Every part of the body was severely destroyed by them.
Body can’t move … mouth can’t speak.
He silently endured the pain … and cursed the flower thief for thousands of times in his heart.
He actually … let his woman mistake herself for a flower thief.
Now … That damn flower thief must be watching his jokes.
Phoenix glass gas is about to vomit blood … but it can silently bear the beating of women.
"Hum, sisters, don’t let this flower thief continue to kill other women. Let’s just cut off his penis."
It’s that soft voice with a somewhat sly female voice again.
What? To break his life?
Phoenix glass was filled with anger and suddenly turned into fear.
This is the first time he has felt scared since he was a child.
He’s a natural romantic. He’s played with women.
If there is no penis … Don’t say a woman can’t play … He will become a basket case.
Who the hell is this woman?
I cann’t believe I came up with such a vicious idea