The fireworks in the canyon were gorgeous on New Year's Eve. When I was scolded and cried by my teammates, the wild king Shen Ji fell from the sky: "My people, it is not your turn to scold me!"
>After he led the entire audience, he sent a voice invitation. The young man's voice was filled with a smile: "Little mage, add me on WeChat?"
>Milk tea was suddenly delivered downstairs to the library, with a note saying "Charge the hard-working little mage."
>While I was blushing and inserting the straw, a military jeep ran over the rain curtain.
>The car window was lowered, the pine-green epaulettes passed by the cold light, and the man's bony hand held out the black umbrella: "Get in the car."
>Chen Jin cheered on the phone: "I will definitely make you scream when we meet next year!"
>In the aroma of cedar that filled the back seat of the car, I clutched the handle of the umbrella and my heart beat like thunder - the officer's Adam's apple rolled in the shadow just now.
