On the long road to Huangquan, is there any reason for you to turn back?
The fangs of the vampires of Western Europe tear open the petals of crabapples: the puppets of the East dance under the wisteria moon. Ryan Song, Ji Loushu, Fu Guining, or Isabei... The layers are bound by blood. They let go with a smile, but they held on tighter and tighter while staring...
"Beauty, be careful, I can't control myself and I'll eat you~"
"Then try it."
PS: [Manual 90-degree bow] No electronic products are allowed in the house. Occasionally, refueling will secretly pop up (concentrated on weekends), and manuscripts will be piled into a small notebook during working days. Come on together! Thanks!