One evening, dozens of young Japanese from the pioneering group boarded Shang Laoer's ferry at the town's ferry. They crowded together with their families and their families, chattering Japanese language. Before leaving the shore, Shang Laoer confirmed again that there were no Chinese except himself. The ferry slowly left the shore, and the Japanese were still chattering. No one noticed the strong young man steering the boat. At this time, the ferryman had a little unnoticed joy on his gloomy face, and there was a hint of ruthlessness in the joy...
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The buttoning is so tight that it makes people scratch their heads.
It's pretty good-looking, but it's a bit of a love affair. Ha ha
The buttoning is so tight that it makes people scratch their heads.
It's pretty good-looking, but it's a bit of a love affair. Ha ha