Fu Yanyan saw that she didn't have the distress before, and her eyes suddenly turned cold, but she pitifully put her hand in front of her.

willingly gave her the sugar gourd dregs that fell. His hands are white bone jade fingers, which at first glance look clear, but in fact they are calloused to the touch. The red sugar gourd dregs were scattered on the palm of his hand, like broken glass, a little out of harmony.

She looked at him with some puzzlement, and then, she swallowed back what she wanted to say, but simply put the sugar gourd aside and picked another string of strawberry gourds. And his eyes were on her all the time.

"Auntie, does your head still hurt? Does my heart still hurt? ”

"A little bit......

"The Buddha in the capital is unattainable! Privately kneeling for her! Chapter 163 It's a foregone conclusion It's in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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