His breath was uneven, and a pair of deep eyes looked at her, which was a rare moment of warmth between the two.

Under the light, Cheng Yi was weak and weak, his delicate lips were red and swollen, and his eyes were confused and dazed. The white, slender fingers of the onion gripped his shirt, not knowing whether to hold it steady or push it away.

It wasn't hot at all, but there was fine sweat on the tip of her nose. It's so delicate, it's ......

Chapter 271 What if I can't afford to play? I am hitting it in my hand, please wait a moment,

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