Song Qitang hurriedly stepped back and took another mouthful of cold wind.

If there is nothing, it is as if someone's laughter drifts away with the smoke and ashes, making the slightest grain in the air more vivid.

The tires rolled over the snow and bent, and the splashes of snow flew onto the skirt, and the long legs that were exposed were immediately stimulated to goosebumps.

Song Qitang shouted, subconsciously pulled his skirt, and looked at the car window in anger,......

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