into the buckle
The scandal between the adopted daughter of the Cheng family and the eldest young master caused a sensation. The next day, there was no such person in the city. * On a cool night in the past year, the shadow of the flowers in the mirror is blurred.
Sheng Weining's face was as delicate as a begonia, the corners of her eyes were red, she was pressed against the wall by a man, and her hoarse voice brushed her ears.
"Engaged to him?" Sheng Weining smiled amorously: "Knowingly asked." The smoke was misty, Cheng Yanchi clasped her waist and raised her eyebrows: "Heh, but I have a crush on you again, so I'm going to be a widow."
"Until then, I'll attend your funeral." * When she first met, she was desperate, and he helped.
Later, when he was at the end of his rope, she watched the fire from the other side. Drink the brightest poison and taste the strongest wine. In the end, it is difficult to avoid a narrow encounter.
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