In the police station, the smell of gunpowder was overwhelming. Xia Chaorong was sitting on a comfortable single sofa, holding a box of pudding in his hand that he didn't know whose one was slowly eating one bite at a time. Zuo Ling, who was sitting opposite him, was cold enough to make the box of pudding not melt away for more than an hour. "That's, left team...... They didn't ask or do anything, they just looked at each other, we can still get off work today...

"Stockholm Lovers" NO.65 Who is more hateful than the other is hitting the hand, please wait a moment,

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