"By the way, I have two fish in my fish box. Xiaoxing, please take it out later and continue to freeze and wait for the New Year to eat."

"Okay, I put the ice bucket later." Gao Xiaoxing's reaction to the so-called fish was mediocre.

"If you don't have your muscles, I can't even pinch your hands."

“Come on.

With your strength, I can't feel much more comfortable." Luo Papillo rolled his eyes and interrupted the little girl's narcissism.

...Gao Xiaoxing: "No, am I that weak?"

In a casual sentence, I didn’t know that for Gao Xiaoxing, it was a huge blow and I almost doubted life.

She thought that her strength and massage were enough to make the cheap owner comfortable.

Unexpectedly, people felt that it was not painful or itchy, and they didn't press it thoroughly.

"monster!"

At some point, the massage trio's mind and spirit are synchronized.

For informal massage, the three of them pressed it casually, and a lot of people were willing to spend it.

For regular massage, if you meet someone like you, you will never be qualified.

There is nothing else, the strength is not enough, and the pressing is not transparent.
Chapter completed!