Xingtang sighed softly and held her hand: "I can't repay you, I can only promise you with my body."
Zhao Hua glanced at him: "How much does it cost per pound?"
Xingtang: "..." Stars appeared in front of his eyes, his chest was tight, blood spurted out, and he fell to the ground in convulsions...
Xingtang has been alone for a long time, and what he wants most is the warm fireworks in the world.
Conception: