Funing Hall

Que stepped forward, bent down and hugged Zhao Cong into his arms, strode to the side of the couch, and carefully put Zhao Cong on the couch.Sitting on the edge of the couch, Zhao Shicong stretched out his hand to touch Zhao Cong's face, and said softly, "It is said that it hurts."

Zhao Cong smiled: "Then how about your pain?"

Zhao Shiqi immediately said: "Okay."

Zhao Cong laughed again, he was really a Top in his last life, even though he hadn't had anything substantively happened to anyone before his death, his desire to control never changed, and his self-esteem and arrogance didn't allow anyone to be in front of him. above.In this life, with such a connection with Zhao Shilu's mind, it doesn't matter how high or low the position is.He was just teasing Xiao Shiyi, but he also knew that some overly machismo gentlemen cared about this very much.

Strictly speaking, Little Eleven is a machismo child, but——

I didn't expect him to answer so simply.

He has a lot of body in this life, so how can he find the energy to do those things, although lying down is not the only enjoyment, he should give these to the taller and stronger one.

Zhao Cong stretched out his hand, pulled the hairpin from his bun, turned his head and smiled at Zhao Shiqi: "Come on."