The first thing He Zijin saw was Huo Dongyuan, and the last thing he saw was Huo Dongyuan.
When I was a child, Lang came riding a bamboo horse and went around the bed to play with green plums.
When I was young, I always kept letters holding pillars, but how could I go to the platform to watch my husband?
What happens next? He Zijin cut off his emotions and worries, whether you have a clear understanding or not.
Huo Dongyuan frowned, no matter he became a loyal dog or a vicious dog, as long as he could hug He Zijin back, he would be a good dog!