On rainy days, even the moonlight was dimmer than usual.

The two stood opposite each other, the faint light reflected on Mu Chengnian's back, like mutton fat and white jade, and the long red braid as thick as a child's arm hung down at the back of his head, wanting to be scattered, and the fragments fluttered gently in the wind, because the distance was too close, occasionally touching his eyebrows, he closed his eyes gently.

She pressed his hand and continued to move closer to him.

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"Forbidden Zone" Chapter 87 Eighty-seven oranges are being hit by hand, please wait a moment,

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