Sister Hu

It’s broken. How can I leave my aunt’s handkerchief. Li Shang suddenly realized that this was the handkerchief that his aunt had forgotten to take back in the garden outside the city at noon. Thinking of the beautiful scenery that he saw in the garden in the afternoon, Li Shang took a handkerchief and sniffed it in front of his nose. The fragrance of powder and powder rushed into his nose. Thinking that this silk handkerchief wiped his aunt’s plump and mellow milk melon, which was full of white and rich milk sweat, Li Shang wanted to be vigorous, and the meat stick under him was pestered.