White Tea stood there and looked at those feet for a long time.

Inexplicably, she remembered the dirty socks in her backpack.

I really want to put it on her.

Forget it, it's too buried.

White Tea looked around.

I didn't see anything else, but when she turned back, the feet were pointing in the direction of her.

Oh, or should I say, she turned.

It's very powerful, and with your head tied, you can still say that you will turn around instead of turning in circles.

"Sick and weak beauty is a god in a horror game" 465: So nasty It's a hand-hit, please wait a moment,

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