I used the warmth of the charcoal fire to make a pot of fresh mutton soup, but the building was blocked by water, and the snow fell outside the house, and the Akita dog's den was flooded... It is not an exaggeration to describe it as a chicken, a flying dog jumping~ The bitter pleasure of finding candy in a glass jar has unconsciously evolved into a do-it-yourself abundance of food and clothing.

Interestless asymptosis, deepening of the contours. The temperature from the withered leaves was instantly injected into the coldness, which would actually make the lonely landlord have some tears in his eyes.

She undoubtedly likes to be lively, and has always loved it. Even if you guess that they may not be good at stubble, it doesn't matter, why bother eating radishes? Maybe she's old and old......

"When the Snow Melts" 168 is in the hand, please wait a moment,

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