He sat in the VIP seat under the stage, squinting at Jiang Xiaohan who was wearing a smoke-blue cheongsam on the stage.

The cheongsam is not traditional, with improved elements, exposed to the white thighs, indescribable charm, light beige tassels swaying with her movements.

Fu Rin had one thought: cats are disobedient.

Say don't come, she still dares to appear under his nose.

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Chapter 37 I'm so big I'm hitting it with my hand, please wait a moment,

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