They say that mountains and rivers grow old easily and willow trees break easily, but he just doesn't believe in this evil——
"Tch, isn't it just a little Qiong Yue? She grabs it, turns it around, pounces on it... And doesn't even look at who I am!"
In this way, He Zhuo started the broad road leading to the best small attack.
"Hey, hey, hey, watch me bite you again," He Zhuo snatched away Qiong Yue's spiritual food and stretched out a finger to shake it in front of him.
"What's wrong?" The beauty asked.
"Honey~" He Zhuo's tone became tactful when he thought of rolling off the sheets, "Do you - pity (love) me?"
Looking at He Zhuo with an ugly face, Qiong Yue nodded honestly, "I love you so much that I want to vomit."
As the saying goes, birds of a feather flock together and people divide into groups... Who will attack and who will suffer~
Everyone raised their heads, but the author bowed his head——
"Buddha said: It cannot be said."