Su Xiaomo licked her hair, looking a little aggrieved at the golden braised chicken wings in Nanda Shen's hand, but she was brave enough not to approach him.
Nan Dashen was very comfortable, with the corners of his mouth hooked up and his brows carrying a gentle spring-like smile.
Su Xiaomo, where else can you go besides me?
This article is outrageous! How bloody! Or even... That stuff!
It's a sweet little white novel, and the ending is HE. Does your sister look like that kind of unscrupulous author? Like? Like?
PS: I would like to take this opportunity to thank our great master Sui Xi. Is the cover beautiful? Is the column beautiful? ? ? This is all done with the help of God! ! ! !
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