Zuo Yuan bit her lower lip heavily, staring at the face that she both loved and hated with infinite sadness, and finally couldn't help but put her lips closer to the taro-flavored face that was only a few centimeters away from her...
She slowly leaned towards Yuxiang's lips and pressed a gentle kiss on them...
Who is she thinking about at this moment?
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Reader comments
By the way, today is the 16th, Yaoyao, where have you been? [Biting handkerchief with tears in my eyes]
It does look a bit like Chong Lian and Lin Yuhuang in the world of beauty, but it is still a good article~~
Nice. . . . The moonlight is nice
In fact, he is very diligent. . . . Than some people
By the way, today is the 16th, Yaoyao, where have you been? [Biting handkerchief with tears in my eyes]
It does look a bit like Chong Lian and Lin Yuhuang in the world of beauty, but it is still a good article~~
Nice. . . . The moonlight is nice In fact, he is very diligent. . . . Than some people