"Brother, I feel so much pain!"
"Brother, if you don't love me, why did you hurt me like this!"
"Brother, I have to leave..."
From now on, there is no one in Zhaoyao Mountain who calls him senior brother all day long.
Cheng Zhan dropped a pot of wine in the Bauhinia Pavilion, with a look that looked more like drunkenness than intoxication, and a look of infatuation between his eyebrows. He looked at the setting sun and murmured.
"Junior sister..."
Short and mildly sadistic novels
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