In the early hours of the morning, everything was silent.

The cool breeze blew through the curtains, and the dim light faintly leaked out from behind the curtains, with an irrepressible growl and coquettishness.

When it is high and sometimes low, it is like a boat sailing on huge waves, floating and sinking, fluttering and fluttering.

Rong Sanshao flipped off Yu Yin's body, reached out and took a cigarette on the bedside table, took two puffs with a lazy expression, and slowly exhaled the white smoke......

Afterwards, a cigarette, a happy race fairy.

When he reaches middle age, in fact, he is not very enthusiastic about men and women, and he has long lost the passion he had back then, but as a husband, he has

"Natural disasters at the beginning, I won by hoarding tens of billions of materials" Extra: Rong Sanshao is playing in his hand, please wait a moment,

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