Qin Feiyang's forehead crawled with a line of black lines, angrily thought: "I said, are you annoying? Just play a few times, okay?"
Why is this guy as playful as a child?
"Last time."
Wang Zicheng extended his index finger, grinning wickedly.
Qin Feiyang helplessly patted his forehead and reluctantly followed.
"Damn it."
"Anyone who doesn't know the situation might think there's something wrong with me!"
Fu Han, walking in front, scanned the jungle while mumbling lowly, extremely annoyed.
Little did he know, a demon hand was silently reaching out to him.
Wang Zicheng crouched, a mischievous smile on his face.
Suddenly!
He grabbed Fu Han's pants with a strong tug, exposing Fu Han's bare buttocks to the air.
"This... this... this..."
The nine burly men behind were instantly petrified.
"Huh?"
Simultaneously.
Fu Han also paused, instinctively looked down.
"Ah..."
"Bastard!"
Immediately.
