NO.181 That year, the man

Where the wind and sand blow, the sun shines on the ground like a microwave oven.

Although the temperature in ancient times was not as high as in modern times, there was no such artifact as air conditioning in ancient times.

The boy raised his hand to cover his forehead, his dry throat was already difficult to make a sound, and a halo of light on his wrist locked him firmly, obviously it was just a light, but he couldn't break free.

"Hey, beauty, can you take a break......

"Stockholm Lovers" NO.181 That year, the man was hitting in the hand, please wait a moment,

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