Mistress, I Was Wrong

The moment the teeth are taller.

Oh, this time she really wants to cry.

The fangs still wanted to marry her. When she found out the other person's head, she gave up the plan. She half-squatted down and waved her tail to her, trying to comfort her young mind in this way.

Xiao Minghui squatted down, sadly leaning against the toothless head, and then gently stroked it a few times. "If you don't have teeth, go play, don't set fire, you know?"

The whisper of the fangs should be down, and the sprinting like a rocket ran out, and the strength was like being shut down for a long time.

"Seven sisters, we have also looked at it."