厨房顶开母亲的两瓣读

A thought passed through Yang Ji's mind. Almost without thinking, he suddenly raised his head and looked in the direction where the sense of voyeurism came from. Looking across the space, Yang Ji saw a restaurant not far away at a glance. On the tea-red railing of the restaurant, three strange and ruffian figures were leaning on the railing in different postures, and their faces were clearly visible....