He seemed to perceive that Alana was in a daze, and Julian’s eyes were deeply acquainted, and the palms of his palms became harder and harder.
“Hiss, it hurts!” Alana couldn’t help but say, she didn’t doubt that there must be a mark on her waist.
Thinking like this in my heart, I picked up the black bottoming shirt, and there really was an obvious fingerprint on the snow-white waist.
He looked at the man with accusing eyes.
Coupled with the fingerprints on the waist, the accusation is even more emboldened.
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