One day, Jiang Jiujiu stared at Ye Xun, who was buttoning up the shirt that had been half removed from his white coat, revealing his sexy abdominal muscles.
Suddenly she recalled the day before yesterday, when Xiaojun asked coquettishly: "How did you catch up with your male god?" She looked at that tragically beautiful face and fell into deep thought.
"I am a very ordinary girl. Like most girls, I like to watch movies, go shopping, buy lipstick and clothes, and most of the girls are prettier than me."
I held my chin in my hands and meditated for a long time, and finally came to a conclusion: I am thicker-skinned than most Guliang.
Jiang Jiujiu poked his finger, blushed, and said coyly: "I think this is my only advantage."
Xiaojun said that you may have insulted the word "advantage".
"Ten years! How shameless did it take you to catch up with him in ten years?" Jiang Jiujiu puffed up his cheeks with an angry look on his face.
It takes ten years to become a master.
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