The loose trouser legs can fit a small milk cat, and the weight of the quilt is a bit too heavy for the fried hair, but I don't know where it comes from the perseverance spirit, and it staggers little by little.

Zhou Yiyao frowned and turned over, "Fried hair, you are good, go play by yourself." ”

The kitten slipped out of the silk quilt, and when the general fell off the bed, his paws hooked the sheets, and the weakened body turned around with the connection between the melon seeds and the sheets, and finally struggled to lie back on the bed.

At six o'clock in the morning, the distant sky just revealed the white of the fish's belly, and in the dim room, the boy was lying flat on the bed.

"Don't Provoke Me" Chapter 35 Love is a tilted umbrella is in the hand, please wait a moment,

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