Love is the grave that ends marriage.
In this game without gunpowder, I lost miserably.
Outside the window, the first snow since winter fell, falling in the night.
He Yayan's embrace was eager and warm. His eyes were fixed on the lights of thousands of houses in front of him, "Actually, I lost early on."
Everything starts from that bet a long time ago.
(This article will take over from another post and resume daily updates. The story of the poisonous tongue-tied woman Meng Chengcheng and the arrogant man in "Yanhuo"~)