smooth to the touch, like silk. 。Especially the unblown cherries on the mountain peaks, under Ye Fan's touch, gradually became hard. 。At this time, Ye Fan's whole body was lying on Liu Qin's body, on...w who killed you. My name is Smith. I believe you should have heard of it"Ye Fan nodded and said, "I know." He knew Smith because of Tutu. Tutu had told Ye Fan that there was a teacher named Smith amo...