lt;Lu Shao, the fox

"My little prince, your uncle Di Xin has long kicked the bucket. After his death, people called him King Shang Zhou. The wine pools and forests of plum trees have long been filled in. This toilet, no matter how beautiful it looks, is still a chamber pot, catching only feces and urine!",She puckered her lips, tossed around on the big bed, propping herself up with her hands above and hooking her feet behind. Her little, slender, jade-smooth feet swayed carelessly.,The child nodded, his eyes crinkled with laughter. He looked at Su Jinheng as if he had been scorched by fire and dashed toward the bathroom in a flash, then vanished like a wisp of blue smoke into the toilet bowl...。