Zhou Xuan finally understood what a weakling meant. Her legs were like cotton wool and she walked so lightly, as if she was walking on the clouds.
It's not stable.
Fortunately, there is a wall to hold on to, otherwise it would be really bad.
This B@st@ard! I said no, but he insisted on giving me a farewell gift...
How can a delicate flower withstand repeated destruction?
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