"Tell you to go and pull out someone's house, and now you have to replant her yourself?"

Twilight stepped out of the hallway and walked up to him, took the handkerchief from her bosom, and held out a hand to him, "Give me your hand." ”

Chaoyang's hands were dirty, all of them were mud, how could she be willing to take her hands dirty, shook her head and said, "No." ”

"I don't like you."

Twilight Rain dragged his hand and wiped the soft mud off his head with a handkerchief, her movements gentle and delicate, her long eyelashes drooping, trembling slightly with her blinking, and a crescent-like shadow fell on her eyelids.

Chaoyang ghost pinched her face, and two black mud marks appeared on her white and transparent little face, like a cat.

"The Bandit and His Little Crying Bag" Chapter 195 The little abacus is in the middle of the hand, please wait a while,

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