Yan Jinxuan, bearing the title of the Poison Doctor's prized disciple, rolled down the mountain. He really did roll down the mountain. Then he met the woman destined to be his.
Lang Yue: Jinxuan, come here.
Yan crouched down obediently, looking adorably clueless.
Lang Yue: Jinxuan, my leg hurts.
Yan silently offered his back.
Lang Yue: Jinxuan, I'm a woman.
Yan said nothing.
...After finally warming her heart, something still went wrong. Yan Jinxuan pressed a hand to his chest, felt the pain beneath the skin, and accepted his fate.
That's it. . .
I actually gave up ah ah ah ah
. . . . . . Nice
Please update it soon, it looks good
It always feels like a short history, but the writing is pretty good.
The little poisonous doctor is welcome! The author asked me to reverse it, ah ah ah ah
I'm evil! If you don't have consciousness, wouldn't you feel nothing when going to the toilet? Then it needs to be taken care of like a baby!! Xx wet wipes???
The lily of the general trend has cycled countless times.
It's not a handle, it's a receive, so don't look at that