When Lu Yiyao woke up, his head hurt. He remembered that he only drank a few glasses of wine the night before. Although he had only a small amount, he would not drink a few glasses. The only explanation could only be that Huo Yuntao's unreliable recommendation of the so-called special blend had a taste that was completely inconsistent with the sweet taste. Super stamina.
The "person" in my arms is very soft, with a soft and fleshy feel, but not too warm, so when I hold it up, it feels good to the touch, but not warm enough...
Well?
Lu Yiyao seemed to sense something was wrong, and under his slightly frowning brow, his peach blossom eyes slowly opened.
The expected white and clean face disappeared like a phantom, leaving only the white and clean... quilt in her arms.
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