Wang Yintong applied the scald ointment, and saw the wound on the snow-white wrist as long as a little thumb, and pouted.

Despite all her impatience, she had to go back to the villa.

It was getting colder and colder, and night had fallen much earlier, just after six o'clock, and the heavy curtain had already covered the land.

When I drove the car into the community, I saw Li Yuanjing, who was about to drive out.

She rolled down the window and looked sideways......

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