Blood, the more it flows. Little by little, drip by drop. It's the smell of blood. Thick and sweet, like the affection of burning, so thick, so strong.

There is a domineering and gloomy Mr. Li, who is obsessed with love, struggling between life and death, only...

"Full Score for the Preference of the Sick Male God" Chapter 218 Li Jingchen, I'm dying I'm hitting it with my hand, please wait a moment,

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