Shui Qingchen's cheeks warmed up silently and hesitated.

Ji Fanyin grabbed the corners of his sleeves with both hands, and looked at him expectantly with smart eyes:

"Dust...... Don't you want to? ”

She has a firm attitude and a clear intention. Shui Qingchen was puzzled, and his dark eyes were silent...

Chapter 0797 of "Deadly Sanskrit" It's the first snow, it's in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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