ng red. He couldn't help but think, why did Si Kong Heng always like to touch his waist What was so good about his waist to touchBesides, the place where he touched her still held a faint, indescribab...sat in his place, holding a book in his hand. 。Ning Shu retracted her gaze, still not understanding. 。How could such a perfect male god as Fu Yu possibly have his eyes on someone like me 。After all, i...