There were layers of black clouds between his eyebrows and eyes, as if they wanted to sweep her into the bottomless whirlpool, and eat her alive before stopping.

Ling Wanwan's body gradually weakened, and he scooped it up.

The candle flame on the tea couch flickered violently, and Ling Wanwan clutched his robe tightly with both hands, and the corners of the robe she held crumpled into small balls.

The last time they happened. relationship, or at the time of the winter solstice last year, ......

Chapter 62 of "Stirring Up the Wind and the Moon": Don't dare to hit it with your hand, please wait a moment,

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