Flying

Hearing Justin's extremely realistic snort, how could Anne compete with him? Hemming and hawing, she said, "You, you lied to me. I did kick on a hard place. It should be your knee!" Justin held back his laughter and said, "Ouch. What did I lie to you for? It hurts!" He was in such pain. Anne was not that hard-hearted, so she hurriedly squatted down and leaned over to look at him. "Let me see. Is it painful? I can't see it clearly. I didn't kick it on purpose. Is it fine?" "Mm, why don't you rub it? It'll be fine if you rub it." She understood his intension. Did this guy feel shameless? When she touched it, her face was stiff, then as hot as burning! She scolded, "Justin, can your brain be a little pure? What are you thinking about?" Justin took the opportunity to turn her under his body. Fortunately, he had laid down a thick carpet, so she wouldn't get cold. She was shocked and the back of her head was held by him. Her vision was blurred and her eyes were attractive. "Hey." Justin caug