Before Gu Qingcheng’s lazy waist was stretched out, Huayuelou became a chicken feather.
There are even many girls who subconsciously look in the direction of Yi Ranju, and the longing in their eyes is ready to come out.
“Miss… I didn’t expect the Yunzong Saint Son to be very popular that day, and there were two saints fighting for him.”
Xiaoshe couldn’t do it enviously. In his opinion, the Yunzong Shengzi was the winner in life that day.
“What do you know!”
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