"How complicated is the posture of Jiujiu Longyang? H is different. Handcuffs, whip, candle binding, training is about to begin." Shi Xiaowan hummed while watching TV.

When Tingmumin heard this, the corner of her mouth twitched, and heard the last sentence of handcuffs, whip, candle tied up, training was about to begin. What song is this guy listening to recently?

"Wife, what are you singing? You're so good at singing." Ting Mumin sat down with his butt, laying on Shi Xiaowan's knees.

"Just the songs from the Shenma Chorus, are they very passionate?"

Tingmumin nodded decisively, "The passion has been transitioning, stop singing, it's bad health."

He didn't want her wife to become a fujokovic girl. How could the fujokovic girl in Class A pollute his pure little baby like this?

"Isn't it all healthier to rot? It won't die if it's rotten," Shi Xiaowan said with a smile.

In fact, she can only be considered a fake fuji girl at most. In fact, she once intentionally stepped into the fuji door, but unfortunately she was kicked by Qiqi and flew out. In this way, there is no fuji girl in the world.

"Forget it, the fujoshi can't afford it." Ting Mumin turned around and hugged Shi Xiaowan's waist, sucking and smelling the unique fragrance of Shi Xiaowan's body.

"Ha. I won't fantasize about you, what can't you afford?" Shi Xiaowan looked at Ting Mumin's dissatisfied look, which was very funny and laughed unconsciously.
Chapter completed!