Wang Yuee looked around the room and then took a white knitted cardigan from the back of the chair and put it on her shoulder. She wrote a novel, It’s cold in autumn, so it’s cold for you to wear.
How can the heating in the room be cold and good news? It’s not stupid. Naturally, it seems that I heard the implication. I reached over my net shirt and said, Thank you, Mom. Xia Wenyang walked up to Jiayin and said, It’s almost lunch. You didn’t eat breakfast. You should be hungry. Wash up […]
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