Practice......

Wang Luzhi sat in the car, and he habitually chose the position by the window.

It was a van, and Moriran sat in the back seat with Sonoko Suzuki, closed his eyes, and rested.

He thought to himself, Miss Yuanzi has always been enthusiastic and very good, but this kind of thing still depends on their own situation.

The little tricks are really weird...... I'm sorry.

Wang Luzhi shook his head, shaking the superfluous thoughts out of his mind, he

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