Wen Tao lay on the bed untidy, her empty eyes like an abyss, staring at the retro European-style chandelier on the ceiling in a daze.

Distracted.

Is it really the only way to do this in this life, subject to Yi Yuanyan.

Will she never be able to get out of the palm of that beast?

Wen Tao reached out and touched the two intersecting blood cuts on his chest, obviously ......

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