"Not give!"

Yu Zhile threw her down and saw this box of Okamoto during the struggle.

I couldn't help but think of the poem "The Son of a Wandering Son". The thread in the hand of a loving mother, the clothes on the body of a wandering son were tightly sewn before leaving...

It's really hard work! Well, my mother!

"Give me."

Xia Ziyue's pretty face turned red, and she stretched out her little hand to ask for it.

"Who will I give you if I don't give it to you?"

"...It's not that meaning! Give it to me..."

"I don't."

"Ah, you can't do this..."

The shy and anxious girl rushed over to grab it again, but unfortunately she didn't get the thing and was pressed on the bed by him.

"I'm going to use it with you if I'm not good." The packaging threatened.

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Chapter completed!