Zhou Yinghuai gently picked up the cigarette from between her fingers.

Extinguish and throw in the trash.

He did everything he could, disgusted with every puff of cigarette she smoked, and every breath of air.

A thin cold sweat broke out on Jiang Misheng's back, and he forgot to retract his raised eyebrows.

Until the pocket phone rings.

She suddenly woke up like a nap, and the house ......

"Vanity Fair" Chapter 41 I chase her, don't you mind? I am hitting it in my hand, please wait a moment,

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