Gusu Lan's Quiet Room
Jiang Ge picked up a Hetian jade bead and swayed it in front of Lan Wangji
Lan Wangji's answer was a little casual, which made Jiang Ge very dissatisfied. After all, he was his nephew, why was he so unconcerned?
jiangge"You don't love me anymore"
jiangge"You perfunctory me"
Jiang Ge pouted, there is a posture that if you don't comment well, I will ignore you again
Lan Wangji was said to be inexplicable, why did he not love her anymore, how could he not love her if he wanted to give his life to her?
jiangge"You don't spoil me at night."
Lan Wangji opened his mouth and didn't say anything. Who refused to share the bed with him every night, saying that it was not good for the child?
Pity yourself that you have to wait another ten months just to taste the sweet fruit!
No, I can't ask for it again
lanwangji"Then tonight..."
jiangge"Forget it, I'm not feeling well"
Lan Wangji sighed, what can I do if I have a little wife at home, pamper it
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Yiling
Wei Wuxian and Wen Ning were walking back to the mass grave when suddenly, a gust of wind came from Wei Wuxian's ear, and Wei Wuxian turned to look
I saw the kind of arrow in Wen Ning's hand, there was a large group of Kim's disciples on the mountain, and the leader was Jin Zixun
"Wei Wuxian! Quickly remove the curse from me! I can let go of the past, and we'll just pretend nothing happened!"
Wei Wuxian was stunned by the roar, when did he cast a curse on this Jin family member again?
"Okay! Then I'll show you what a curse is!"
weiwuxian"Riddled with holes?"
"Yes! That's right!"
weiwuxian"You are riddled with holes, what do you mean by coming to intercept me, what's my business?"
"Apart from you, who else would use these evil spirits to put these insidious and mean things on me!"
weiwuxian"I don't even remember who you are, how could I go to great lengths to put such a thing on you?"
weiwuxian"Who am I Wei Wuxian going to kill? I will tell the whole world that that person died in my hands."
weiwuxian"I don't play tricks like this in the gutter"
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