He Dou Dagger

The door opened, and a sexy Western woman came into view. She seemed to be in her forties and still had a perfect figure. Vanessa? Am I dreaming? The woman parted her sexy lips and said slowly: "What's wrong? My Mr. Bryant." Haha, this is a dream! That night, he didn't dream about the Lakers, nor did he wake up laughing. He saw his childhood idol, the man who was dragging a broken leg to shoot free throws. That man who is agile and elegant, whose back is as beautiful as a flower, and whose sound of striking iron is clear and sweet. I have you in my youth, so I will continue to write your story.