It's cold in the middle of winter.

Lin Jiang leaned against the body and slowly gathered his shawl.

Huo Congzhou's figure had disappeared from sight.

Never mind.

What to do back.

Quarrels?

Taking a deep breath, Lin Jiang straightened the open neckline of the cheongsam and prepared to go back to his home.

"Want to run again?"

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"Pastime" Chapter 181 Didn't Run It's in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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