"No." Ye Zixuan said, biting her silver teeth, a blush appearing on her pale face.
Xu Yan hugged Ye Zixuan, staring at her in disbelief for a moment. She didn't realize that the dignified Aunt Xuan she saw was also an experienced old coachman.
Indeed, when the veil of a goddess is torn, a woman will act like this.
"Look, Aunt Xuan is also a woman nearing thirty. Did she see the pork running before she ate it?"
Ye Zixuan looked at Xu Yan with a charming voice, speaking bluntly.
"A woman who talks about her age every day." Xu Yan looked at Ye Zixuan's lovely hair, pampering her.
"How, am I too old now? Wasn't someone like this at the beginning?" Ye Zixuan turned over, mounting Xu Yan, looking at her annoyed words.
"How am I? Aunt Xuan looks younger than someone in her twenties.
Xu Yan said with a bad smile at the corner of her mouth, then held Ye Zixuan's waist and retreated.
"Ah! Bastard, let me go, it hurts...
