"It doesn't matter who cooks the tea. You know I'm not talking about snow. The evening mirror turned his head, and looked at Zhang He with a smile on his face, his face was as transparent as if it was being soaked by the cold air, and his lips were like rouge, slightly pursed. Zhang He lowered his eyes and looked at her, his heartbeat was like thunder, causing his mind to be in a trance for a while, and he leaned forward slightly.

Wanjing exhaled, exhaled a faint white mist, turned back to look at a small pinch of snow on the wax plum bud, and said, "Born on July 15." It would be foolish to kill people for such a reason. It restrained those people again, and tossed so many things senselessly. ”

Zhang He's heart slipped through a shallow loss, and he laughed self-deprecatingly, "You still complain about Concubine Yude." ”

"I don't blame her, whether I'm or not

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