Song Cijiu: "An'an, when will you marry me?"
Duan Qi'an raised his eyebrows: "You proposed to me with nothing?"
Song Cijiu took out his pocket and said, "No, I made a feather ring for you. It looks good."
Duan Qi'an looked at the furry orange and white circle, and an inexplicable feeling of familiarity came to his heart.
This is the hair on his ass!
Duan Qi'an angrily agreed to her proposal, and from then on he lived a life of chivalry and righteousness without shame or shame.
