"Quan Feiyi, I'm just reminding myself ......"

Remind yourself?

The man looked at her helplessly, as if his heart was choked by a pair of invisible big palms, tightened fiercely, and the pain was unbearable.

"You want, remind what?"

The curvature of the corners of the painting mouth was higher, and the cold color on her face was thicker, but her palms were tightly gripping the sheets, and through the thin layer of fabric, she could even penetrate her own

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