Glasses, bubbling iced Coke.

The slender white fingers held the glass and shook it gently, and if you stood farther away, you would think that the glass contained spirits.

Xi Ning stood by the window, looking at the increasingly gloomy sky outside, there may be snow today.

Xia Xiyan left inexplicably in the morning, and his heart was inexplicably up and down. Was it that he drank too much and tossed around, was it something he did last night......

"Stockholm Lovers" NO.183 The soldiers are divided into two ways and are hitting in the hand, please wait a while,

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