Crumpled in the palm of his hand, the white lychee flavor, the pink strawberry flavor, and the cheap pigments added, but Cheng Huan just thought the taste was very good, it was the memory of childhood.

Shen Feimo asked her to feed him, in fact, at first, she thought that he would not eat at all, and he would never eat these messy things.

He was so tall that she needed to stand on tiptoe to get close to his lips, and the hand hesitated for a moment in that moment.

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"Waiting for the Wind to Come from the Northwest" Chapter 37 I'm okay I'm hitting in my hand, please wait a moment,

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