When Lin Tong was twelve years old, he met that boy. He was a clean and beautiful man from a different world from him. He was wearing a warm sweater and black corduroy pants. He held a well-made camel-colored trench coat in one hand and looked at him with raised eyebrows, and then spoke in a cold tone. He didn't know it then, but this man controlled his destiny until his death. Minesweeper: ① The author has incorrect outlook on life, is not diligent in his limbs, and does not distinguish between grains and grains. ② Accepts good reviews, long reviews, and bad reviews, but does not accept ginseng, cock, and torn b. ③ Sweet in the front, cruel in the end, and he. ④ 1V1, from beginning to end, don't worry about getting the wrong CP ⑤ I'll make up for it if I think of the rest. Daily update at 8pm. :
There is a problem with the network at home. I cannot update today. I will make it up tomorrow. 2016.06.24