"Old Shang, let me tell you, the next play...don't ask anyone for the next play!"

Li Yu was lying on the side of the boat, his arms drooping down lifelessly. In order to let him breathe smoothly, the neckline of the pullover was torn loose by himself. If you look carefully, you can see the strong muscles on his chest.

Zhan Fengyue was peeling oysters in the cabin, and asked Xiaoqian beside her, "How many times has it been?"

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