Futuristic Chef Transmigrated As Mother

Jiang Danhe's face was ugly. He knew that being sloppy was not too crazy, but his nerves were still normal.

So he stared at him fiercely, warning him to stop.

Sloppy hands tugging at the bottom of his trousers for a while, and then he put on his trousers at the speed of light, and even wrapped his belt tightly, and when he was nervous, it became a knot.

Jiang Shanhe frowned. He always thought he was normal, but sometimes he felt abnormal.

The sloppy man put on his pants and walked in front of the two

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