When Liang Manyue came out of the suite, she closed the door with her hand and panted. As soon as she turned around, she met the man standing opposite, leaning on the railing lazily.
“Miss Liang.”
The man’s voice is very good, just like his appearance, as if with a natural bewitching.
Everyone in Lancheng said that Tang Yueze was a woman’s robbery. She always felt that it was only because Feng Xing was too unknown.
He seems to always hold a cigarette between his fingers, always holding a handsome and **** face, always fuzzy frivolous eyebrows, and never see his true heart.
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