Under the crumbling sunset, shadows fall on the eyelashes like a tide.

Feng Xiao Yu's thoughts wandered out of the world, and his eyes fell on the shoulders of Shen Jiashi, who was a cut above her.

A man's shoulders are not as broad, calm and strong as those who exercise all year round, and his shoulders can be said to be a little too thin, but sometimes, thinning does not mean thin, and it can also protect people from the wind and rain.

Shen Jiashi: "Governor of Zongdu,......

Chapter 191 of "The Spring Breeze in the Willow Waist" I don't care about it It's in the middle of the hand, please wait a while,

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