Xu Feng’s eyes flashed a trace of humiliation, but it was quickly buried by him. He just prepared his tongue to lick slowly, and when he was about to touch the shoes, he snorted with less heels. "Who told you to do this?" You can’t wipe with a towel? Isn’t spitting dirty? "Xu Feng’s eyes flashed a trace of humiliation, but it was quickly buried by him. He just prepared his tongue to lick slowly, and when he was about to touch the shoes, he snorted with less heels. "Who told you to do this?" You can’t wipe with a towel? Isn’t spitting dirty? "
He loves cleanliness. What the hell does this man want? He’s a little lucky to be so dirty and spitting. Xu Feng eyes Yishan hurriedly took Mao Jin and wiped