Although Song Qingcheng wore flat shoes and was suddenly stepped on by such a shoving foot, she suddenly bumped into a warm wall, and the solid but flexible smell of fresh tobacco invaded her nose and mouth.
The tumble scene didn’t happen. Song Qingcheng’s soft waist was then divided into a man’s hand. The other party seems to have caught her without much strength. -digression– /(ㄒㄒㄒ)/~ I feel that no one has seen it, and I haven’t left a message. I am crying like a child. Seriously speaking, writing is partial to […]
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