Beneath the turbulent whirlpool is the surging waves from which no one can escape.

Under the game, there is a deeper exchange of interests.

The atmosphere was faintly deadlocked.

Wei and Yu thought of this, and Feng Xiaoyu thought of this even more.

His eyes drooped, and his lips were tightly pursed—

She didn't speak.

Only by small movements......

Chapter 70 of "The Spring Breeze in the Willow Waist" The scar left in Miss Song's heart is being hit by the hand, please wait a moment,

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