Month to mid-heaven.

The leaves of a poplar tree in the courtyard were already the size of a palm, and in the moonlight, it was impossible to tell whether it was dark green or light green, and only occasionally when the spring breeze turned the leaves, the silver-blue light reflected on the leaves slipped past the window.

There was a man sitting in a chair under the window.

The man was fixing his gaze on her.

Xu Sirou subconsciously ......

Chapter 201 of "Panhua Buckle" Explain what is being hit by hand, please wait a moment,

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