The sky was getting darker and darker, and the darkness of the night gradually enveloped the whole land.

The night outside the room is as cool as water, the bright silver moonlight is like a plain wrapped in silver, and the spring flowers in the room are thick.

The fragrance of plum blossoms was refreshing, and Yelulie frowned tightly, and his deep and dark eyes were full of brilliance.

His gaze was like that of a wolf, staring at the prey that seemed to be within reach, but the smile on the corner of his lips was so warm, like the ice and snow melting in the sky and the earth, and praising his little petite

"The Little Milk Bag in the General's Arms, She Is Delicate and Delicate" Chapter 120 His little Jiaojiao! I am hitting it in my hand, please wait a moment,

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