Nolan frowned. Of course she was someone who was **** by Fengxing, but he didn’t say, he gave a perfunctory hum, and closed the door with his backhand.
Liang Manyue looked at him nervously, “What do you… want to do?”
The handsome man has a particularly dark and tight sense of danger, his long legs have not taken too much steps, and his voice is not as clear as before, “full moon,”
Liang Manyue looked at him like this, inexplicably more nervous, “Nolan…what’s wrong?”
He has a dark breath, but he looks **** for no reason, “You will marry me, won’t you?”
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