After the curtain fell, Zhao Huaiyi's softly filled palm was empty.

Turning your face is faster than turning a book.

Ling Wanwan glanced at him, and was about to get off the carriage, when he reached out and hugged his waist, detained the person and sat back in the carriage.

He only needed one hand to easily wrap around her willow waist, and there was still a lot of space left in the crook of his arm.

The corners of his lips tensed slightly, "This is not acting?" ”

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Chapter 41 of "Stirring Up the Moon": Incitement is hitting the hand, please wait a moment,

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