Oh, My Little Jiaojiao

Beauty is as delicate as a begonia The ink words are sincerely written without haze, and the dream conveys the bridge to the east Without words, Qiao Moyan knew that she was willing. The stone in Qiao Moyan's heart finally fell away. Just when he was about to cry with joy, he felt a little warmth on his chest. Qiao Moyan knew what it was, so he was helpless and doting to let everything and the ending be put here. Shengyun Jiaojiao liked the soda-magnetic voice, and Qiao Moyan was relieved for a moment, so his Xiao Jiaojiao knew him and liked him. He couldn't help but sigh and say with joy: "Oh, my Xiao Jiaojiao." It's great, Yun Jiaojiao thought, her master was bold enough to fulfill her fantasy about what she had been too timid to say.