
About This Novel
"Why are you running away? Master, I am a serious person!" Yu Xiaoxie held a silver needle as long as a chopstick with a malicious look on his face and kept gesticulating. Why don't you just cut a hemorrhoid? We can get it at your fingertips. "Beauty, I have a bottle of beauty cream here, which can definitely help you...!" Yu Xiaoxie persuaded her earnestly. "Roll......!"
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