“Oh.” Xin Xiaoxiao responded angrily.
Loosing Xiang Yiqing’s waist, he continued to walk with his arm, touched his belly with the other hand, and sank the corner of his mouth.
Brother Xiang hasn’t liked her to that extent yet, or why not rush to let her have a baby?
Say she was young, she was almost twenty-two. When Ava was twenty-two, they were all over two years old. What a little bit.
Xiang Yiqing didn’t notice Xin Xiaoxiao’s loss and carelessness. The wind was a bit cold. He reached out his arm around her waist and embraced her, using his broad arms to protect her from the cold.
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