"Dead ......" Mu Li only felt that her heart was like a needle piercing a knife.

He is not qualified to talk about tiredness, he has to bear it, he can't help but say it, he can't justify it, no matter how great the injustice is, no matter how tragic the injury, he can only be silent, even numb.

As if thinking of something, Mo Liuyan got up from her and came face to face with her, his warm and generous palm gently and delicately rubbed, "I'm asleep, I'm holding you down." ”

Mu Li's eyes flashed slightly, and she shook her head slightly, "No." ”

Mu Li said bluntly, "What happened, you are in a bad mood?" ”

Mo Liuyan's movements paused, and he couldn't help lowering his eyebrows, not ......

If life is only as it was when I first saw Chapter 127 The woman in the painting is hitting her hand, please wait for a while,

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