"The taste? What does it taste like? ”

"The smell of you, of course."

When Sima Bei and Haiyan were engaged in a verbal confrontation in the high platform space at the bottom of the cliff fortress, Zhang Xiaoman sat alone at the table in the corner of the D city, leisurely scalding a duck intestine, squinting at a middle-aged woman wearing an apron, and saying almost the same thing.

In the high platform space, Haiyan raised her arm, leaned in front of her nose, sniffed lightly, pouted, and said, "I didn't smell anything strange!" ”

In the Erxiao hot pot restaurant, the middle-aged woman also raised her arm, sniffed it carefully, and frowned, "Do you want to say the smell of hot pot on my body?" I......

"The Vanishing Island" Chapter 130 Two-Way Reasoning (2) It's in the middle of the hand, please wait a while,

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