Luzhou Thorn Mansion, a light like a bean.

In the evening, the night wind was urgent, and a small charcoal basin was placed in the house, and the window was opened for ventilation, for fear of hurting the charcoal poison. It's just that at this time, the wind is strong, and I am afraid that the cold will hit my body, so I put it together and leave a small slit.

After making such a gentle and proper move, Fu Yao walked to the side of the bed, and saw that Yang Tinghai's uninteresting hand was still on Tang Siru's thin and delicate wrist, and his face couldn't help but sink, "Have you held enough?" ”

Yang Tinghai didn't dare to provoke him, but he had seen with his own eyes how crazy Fu Yao had been these days, so cruel to himself that he didn't sleep until he ate or drank, and he treated others like beasts......

Chapter 169 of "Zuo Xiang, Your Lady is a Painting" Love Prison is in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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