Can you be relieved? Xiao Kong thought that she would never be hurt again. . . She edited the last text message and sent it to the familiar number: Zhe, next time. . . You must not play tricks on me, and you must leave your heart to me completely.
"Damn, what did you say? What is my name?"
"Master, Master Zhang~Haozhe~~~" Just like that, Xiao Kong fell gorgeously into the Rouge Ling tent. . .