An Qiyu stood up, suddenly felt cold all over her body, and even couldn't help shivering, she glanced at Lin Dingkuo, who was like no one, and walked straight to the bedroom.

On the side, Ah Xiang came to help, she was also thrown aside, at this moment, even all the people in this world are making enemies of her, the loneliness and loss, helplessness and helplessness, heartache.

"Alright, let's all disperse. Let's go to rest! Lin Dingkuo said a word behind An Qiyu, which sounded really unkind.

An Qiyu snorted lightly and shook his hand back to the room.

When he was about to close the door, Lin Dingkuo suddenly resisted the door, and then ......

"The Dream of Light Rain" eighty-nine is in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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