So she still cares a little bit.
It is also normal.
Xiang Yiqing raised his head and leaned on the seat, looking at the window of the car. On the window was the silhouette of Xin Xiaoxiao, who was quiet a little bit unlike her.
He drank a few glasses of wine and didn’t sleep much last night. When he came back today, he just squinted for a while at noon.
Can’t hold it.
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