In the winter of the Pearl River, the dripping water turns into ice, the bare branches of the plane trees on the side of the road rustle in the cold wind, and the sky is gloomy with a blizzard.

Chenmeng, who was dressed in a cartoon skirt, pulled down her gloves and exhaled at the red mark on her palm.

In the cold wind, he kept stomping his feet, looked at the fans holding various slogans outside the iron gate, shook his head, grabbed the bag full of milk tea on the ground and rushed towards the studio.

Push the door and the hot air flutters......

"Listening to the Night Wind" Chapter 47 The gift box is being hit by hand, please wait a while,

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