Jiang Xibao only felt that her body was suddenly falling backwards uncontrollably. One powerful arm pressed horizontally from her waist, and the other hand pulled down her pink hoodie hat to cover her eyes.
Qingyu male fragrance spreads in Jiang Xibao’s breath, smelling good and familiar.
“do not move.”
The violent Bai Xi threw the little Xiang Zhu into Silas’s arms, quickly rushed to Long Xi’er, and fanned left and right.
Soon Long Xi’er, who was still very arrogant, completely put out the flames.
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