The White Moonlight in Sikong Luochen's Heart

The villa is too big, and Yang Yu, a little character who has never seen much of the world, will do whatever he fears. The more afraid you are of being discovered, the more... "You're hungry." Sikong Luochen suddenly appeared in the kitchen. Also, it was probably the sound of the tables, chairs, pots and ladles that Yang Yu came across just now that alerted him. "Yeah!" Yang Yan replied. "Crying again." Sikong Luochen was extremely straightforward and knew exactly how to stab her heart. "Yes." Yang Yan spoke frankly, compared to Sikong Luochen's ruthlessness. At least she is a person with flesh and blood, heart and warmth. Yang Yu still remembers Sikong Luochen's life motto: Women are like clothes, you can change them if you want. No, Yang Yuyu was reduced to the incomplete white moonlight, and was abandoned by him. The man's white and smooth palms rested on the table. It seems that in the past few years, I have not met a better man than me. Sikong Luochen's cold face is as breathtaking as the first time I saw him. Also, who can compare to Sikong Luochen, he is the only bright moon in the starry sky in the world.