In the late autumn of 1965, the green-skinned train bound for the capital from the northwest moved forward slowly. The north wind blew loudly outside, and the sky was covered with heavy snow. A young man was sitting on the edge of the lower bunk, staring out the window in a daze, and suddenly said that it would be great if he had a mobile phone to send a message to Moments.
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Give it seven stars,
I originally thought I was reading it instinctively, but after enduring the disgusting data, I saw the word "Sister Qin" on page 70. I was completely frightened and gave up decisively.
I can't read Chapter 36 anymore. The rest is all Cao Laoba's fault.
Give it seven stars,
I originally thought I was reading it instinctively, but after enduring the disgusting data, I saw the word "Sister Qin" on page 70. I was completely frightened and gave up decisively.
I can't read Chapter 36 anymore. The rest is all Cao Laoba's fault.