His Private Sweetheart

The atmosphere of the banquet is still strong. Long Yuchen and Joey are having dinner in the buffet area. In the direction of the banquet hall, Dongfang Qingqing is holding a small hand and fanning her face. For some reason, she feels that the banquet hall is getting hotter and hotter, which makes her sweat. Moreover, she is a little flustered, as if there is an abnormal feeling surging in her body, It made her want to

At this time, Dongfang Yejian's arm gently took her for a while. The touch of her skin made Dongfang Qingqing's head explode. She was so angry that her cold eyes were as black as an ancient well, which was full of danger.

At this moment, he once again wanted to press his own reason, so regardless of everything in her green and tender body branded his traces.

"I'll take you to the hospital." However, it is this sentence that comes out of my mouth.

I really can't bear to let this little guy soak. Moreover, she won't soak obediently, because most of her body is outside, almost kneeling, and then, she won't let go of him for a moment.

Dongfang night cruelly pulled her arm apart, and then quickly went to the room, changed her loose clothes, picked her up from the water, wiped her clean with a bath towel, and quickly put on her clothes. Although Dongfang Qingqing was always clinging to him, she just had a dip, and her inner fire dropped a little, but she still urgently needed men's comfort .

"Yawn..." Dongfang Qingqing has a big sneeze. It's obvious that she will catch a cold.