Two attacks and one reception.
Tentative.
"Luo Qingling, stop pretending. Even if you grow a beard, I still don't believe you have something in your vagina." After Mu Jingyan said this, he glanced at his lower body meaningfully.
"Master, I am a man!!"
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"Luo, Qing, Ling. Thousands of leaves of red silk cut off the spring, and the pictures are not as real as the pictures. The round heart of the soul reflects the moon in the three rivers, and the colors are stacked into five-color clouds."
Yin Huaiqian lowered his head and looked at the top of the man's hair in his arms, his heart filled with something called satisfaction.
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"Are you cold?"
"It's not cold!"
His hands dishonestly scooped up the person in the other quilt into his arms.
"Look, you have a tough mouth, but your hands and feet are obviously cold."
"@#￥%……&&!@"
"Okay, be good, don't make trouble, and go to sleep."
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"You..." Looking at the dagger on his chest in disbelief, Mu Jingyan stared at the young man in front of him with wide eyes.
"I hate you." He didn't even look at him, his face was full of disgust and hatred... It should be hate...
The beating heart in his chest felt a dull pain, as if he was suffocating. Mu Jingyan's throat tightened and there was a sweet taste in his mouth.
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The intro is lighthearted and humorous, the middle section is heart-wrenching and body-wrenching, and the ending is joyful for everyone...
Well... Maybe some people are happy...