The thick eyelashes fluttered a little, but they couldn't bring them up.

A sandalwood-dyed coat covered Xiao Hanyan's body, blocking the cold air that had repeatedly offended.

Chi Li was very sober at this time, but the woman next to him was rarely drunk.

He stretched out his warm hand and touched the pink cheek, and the softness between them was simply unbearable.

After a while, Chi Li sighed: "Yan'er, it's time to get up and go back." ”

Xiao Hanyan heard the master calling himself, but his eyelids were like a thousand pounds, and he couldn't open them.

The master seemed to call her impatiently again.

"The Pseudo-White Lotus Disciple is a Demon Again" Chapter Seventy-Eight Drunken Dreams Are Hitting in the Hand, Please Wait a Moment,

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