Under the man's gentle movements, Song Jiangnan's sleepiness gradually hit.

She gradually fell asleep in the man's arms.

On the balcony of the living room, a floor lamp emits a faint goose yellow light.

The tall and straight figure of the man stood in front of the balcony railing, the smoke of his fingertips wafting wisps of light mist, and his movements streaked across the night sky like a meteor. The day's hustle and bustle was drawing to a close, and his heart was ......

"Preference for Cold Roses" Chapter 85 His ginger tea, coquettish with him is in the hand, please wait a moment,

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