"Zhou Fusheng! How did you? ”

Song Jingyu looked at the man who was gradually clear and clear under the candlelight, and she was surprised and happy in her heart, she almost called the police.

He sat on the edge of the bed, hugged tightly from behind, the dim light of the fire in the room became warm, and Jingyu clutched his clothes, through the crooks of his arms, and straddled his legs.

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Chapter 77 of "Taste": Stealing is hitting in the hand, please wait a moment,

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