The sun gradually sets in the west and sets at dusk, casting a fiery red glow on the two figures on the ground.
Elliot Huang's face was bloodless, he was covered in sweat, his hair was dripping with water, his eyes were red, his face was stained with tears, and the color of the sky was not pure.
Rowan Li K!ssed his face and lips, "Brother likes you so much."
Elliot Huang's nose was red, and Rowan Li covered his mouth the whole time, so he didn't scream like a pig.
If it hadn't been for the chrysanthemum spirit, he would have fainted when Rowan Li applied Yashuang on himself, and it would have been impossible for him to survive.
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