Mr. Gong, your Liuba

Leng Xiyue didn't even look at the other person, assuming he was a bartender. She grabbed his waist, her voice husky with alcohol, and cried, "I feel sick, take me to take a bath...",This man is filthy and vicious, daring to attack Gong Xin Yi! He's dead tonight!,"Bathe me, bathe me sweetly..." Leng Xiyue buried her face in Gong Xin Yi's arms, rubbing against him like a rabbit.。