Wen Tailai held Luo Bing's slender waist with both hands, and his waist was thrusting upwards. A thick and long stick kept thrusting back and forth in Luo Bing's secret cave. After a while, with Luo Bing's scream, the two hugged each other, rolled on the bed, and said a romantic love word. Chen Jialuo came to his senses. The first time he looked at this Yan Palace, he couldn't feel calm. In the past, the master only said that women were bone-carved knives, but now it seems that he was afraid of being biased.