The smell in the car has not dissipated for a long time, and that smell is the entanglement of fragrance and a smell, Zhang Liuling is in such a smell, and his mind is full of excitement that has not dissipated for a long time.

And before that, while holding her, he wiped her with a tissue, Jiang Yue was snow-white and shrunk in his arms, like a lazy Persian cat that was only satisfied.

No, it can be said to be more like a child, a child who depends on him......

Chapter 192 of "The Fog Clears" The little white rabbit is hitting in his hand, please wait a moment,

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