Congliang

Tong Yi curled her lips and smiled, knowing that she felt that the most she could do was sleep. If she didn't have this fairy heart, she didn't make it clear. She turned her finger around the mouth of the cup and said, "Okay. What's his name?" "Eliot!" Tong Yi wrote it down, lowered his eyes and asked, "Chinese?" "Translated by Jiang Liang." Intention: