Jing Moye: "......"

He didn't want to guess at all, just snorted.

Because he knew that she had never been an oil lamp, and she was very capable of tossing.

This will fall into her hands, and with her temperament, she doesn't know how to toss him.

Feng Shuying moved closer to him...

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