Historical-Era Stories: The Leads Must Be No More Than Five Years Apart!

59 穿 Wear It to the Seventy Bridal Chamber That Night! Whose Language Does Maimai Share?Modern Romance613k WordsCompleted 4.2kReads8.4Score250Shelves

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Lan Qing woke up from the pain. She opened her eyes slowly, and saw a dim yellow. She didn't know where she was, and an earthy smell penetrated her nose. Then a handsome man with eight-pack abs came into view. Lan Qing suddenly woke up and his eyes were as wide as bells. Upon closer inspection, she found that the man in front of her was only wearing a pair of trousers, with short hair, slanted eyebrows, knife-cut temples, and sharp facial contours and edges. This was her type. Of course, these are not important. What is important is that the man's abdominal muscles look very powerful, with wide shoulders and a narrow waist. Isn't this the man she dreams of? Her dream was really going to come true in her dream, and God was treating her well. Lan Qing completely forgot where he was and had no time to care. He focused on looking at the man. Lu Zhaoshen came over to look at her. This woman was staring at him without blinking. She couldn't really find something wrong. "Are you okay?" Lu Zhaoshen asked her with a deep frown, but the woman didn't answer. But when I woke up it was fine. "If you don't want to, forget it and rest!" The man said coldly and prepared to leave. Lan Qing didn't hear what he said, but saw the man leaving and pulled him over. Where to run? She didn't dare to run away in reality, but she didn't dare to run away in the dream anymore? But let's have a good time. "Come on, sister loves you." Lan Qing smiled very obscenely, and threw herself at him regardless of getting up. Touching the man's abdominal muscles with both hands, he sighed: