His throat was like a rusty blunt knife grinding in his throat, painful and painful, painful and dumb.

Yin Xujia repeated it sullenly, she unconsciously squatted down, buried her head in her knees, and sobbed, "You and him are the same." ”

“……”

She only ......

"Tear Mole" Chapter 47 The constant fate is in the middle of the hand, please wait a while,

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