The heartbeat suddenly missed a beat.

Before Song Jingyu could withdraw her hand, an abrupt force pressed her into the sofa, she felt the familiar taste and gentle breath, and stretched her body tiredly.

The sounds around him seemed to be still, and his dark eyes seemed unusually clean at this moment, reflecting his well-defined eyebrows.

He only lowered his body, and his warm breath was ......

Chapter 64 of "A Shallow Taste": The fire of dry wood is being hit in the hand, please wait a moment,

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