"Look, there's writing on him!" I don't know who shouted a sentence. The eyes of the crowd fell on Tang Xiaoyu's chest and back again, even on the inside of his thighs.
"What is it about?"
"It must be advertising! They play body art in order to...
"Look, there's writing on him!" I don't know who shouted a sentence. The eyes of the crowd fell on Tang Xiaoyu's chest and back again, even on the inside of his thighs.
"What is it about?"
"It must be advertising! They play body art in order to...