
About This Novel
Light up your lips and play on the swing Li Qingzhao Stop playing on the swing and get up to straighten your slender hands. The dew is thick, the flowers are thin, the sweat is thin and the clothes are light. When the guests come in, the gold hairpin slips out of their socks. He walked away in shame, leaned against the door and looked back, only to see Qing Qing
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