Feng Zhao raised his eyebrows, in a happy mood, "It's up to you." ”

"Call me anything, what do you want to call me? Well? Feng Zhao deliberately lowered his voice, and the hot breath from his lips that he unintentionally exhaled sprinkled on Lan Wujiang's ears.

Lan Wujiang's heart was pounding.

Don't know why,...

"Husband, please get on the sedan chair" frost (7) is in the hand, please wait a while,

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