Oh my God!
She didn’t want to eat anymore, just wanted to…immediately…to this man.
No, she has to suppress her desire first, and then let her vent out well.
Xin Xiaoxiao thought, leaning lazily on the door frame, moving her eyes to the white rose in his hand, and smilingly asked: “Brother Xiang, are these flowers for me?”
“Yeah.” Xiang Yiqing was a little shy, pressed his lips tightly and nodded, then handed the flower out with both hands, “Give it to you.”
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