a) Morning. Feiyan woke up in the crook of his uncle's arm, and what he saw was his quiet sleeping face. The face is like a crown of jade, and the contours of the eyebrows and eyes are like a few strokes delicately outlined on the painting. Feiyan couldn't help but wonder what Uncle Ling would have been like ten years ago. Uncle Ling when he was a teenager will not be as majestic as he is now, will he be a young man as heart-warming as the depth of field of memory? Sensing that Uncle Ling was moving, she quickly closed her eyes. He...

Chapter 41 of "Jun Kiss" Colorful clouds are easy to scatter and the glass is brittle, please wait a moment,

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