"Luna, your heart is so hard. No matter how hard I cover it, it won't warm up." Wang Haitang felt that he would shed all his tears for Luna in his life. He had cried and made trouble, but he still clung to her like a bitch.
Luna sat on the chair and watched calmly as he went crazy. Her empty body shook slightly, without causing any vibration in her soul. She pulled out a tissue from the wool she collected and handed it to the man in front of her who was performing an affectionate show. "My breasts are not big, and your breasts are also quite small. Just make do with it."
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