Her gaze was calm, without the slightest ripple, as quiet as a pool of stagnant water.

Zhou Yanzhi was half-squatting, his kneecaps leaning against the edge of the bed, he was a head shorter than her, and his open eyelashes trembled slightly.

Jiang Ying weakly shook off his hand: "What should be done has been done, you go out, I want to be quiet." ”

Her evasive disgust is not disguised, and it is written naked on her face, and the man ......

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