Nangong Ling is not a hairy boy who has not experienced personnel, and he will not be deceived by Jiang Xuan's words.

He was as drunk as a puddle of mud that day, how could he have the energy to do those things.

Feng Jiutian didn't speak, just looked at him quietly.

But this is a huge torment for Nangong Ling.

"You trust me." He sat down beside Feng Jiutian and his voice was aggrieved.

This time, Feng Jiutian didn't withdraw his hand.

She let out a long sigh, "I know that being liked by many women is not what you want, and I can feel your sincerity to me, but ......"

Her face was full of pain, "If you want me to do it."

"After the crossing, I kicked the prince down from the hall" to calm down is hitting in the hand, please wait a moment,

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