- Yun Miao maintained such an awkward move and chatted with Lin Xiu, and after she yawned several times "unintentionally", Lin Xiucai finally let her go.
- In the transparent barrier, after it was confirmed that Linxiu had gone far, Yun Miao took out the quilt of Little White Dragon, who had been entrenched in her hands.
- "Still not letting go?"
- Xiaolong's shallow teeth rubbed out a row of clearly visible teeth marks on her delicate arm, and after transforming into a human shape, Runyu rested his head on Yun Miao's slender neck.
- Yun Miao was stunned for a moment, and then slowly, slowly, raised her red lips, and Wang Yichi was in spring water.
- "Xiaomiao..."
- .................
- So he said, "When will you give me a name?"
- Yun Miao propped both hands on his shoulders, reprimanded softly, raised her eyebrows lightly, and looked unhappy: "You are good when you get less cheap."
- "Did you forget what the Wind Immortal said just now? Or did you really fall in love with someone today?"
- She kissed his brow and smiled beautifully.
- "How can they compare with you? My majesty~"
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- "Then why don't you want to marry me?"
- .................
- "I'm not interested in them," Yun Miao rolled her eyes lightly, her eyes bewitching and sultry, "But for you."
- Because she is not interested, even if she is in the fragrant sideburns, she indifferently withdraws from the world of the world.
- Because of her interest, even if it was too cold from the heights of the night, she dragged him into the abyss of love.
- He is her interest, her preference, her heart.
- How can anyone compare to him?
- Runyu was silent, the corners of his eyes were red, and Yun Miao's duplicity made him feel great injustice.
- Interest?
- Xiaomiao, what are you afraid of?
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- (Full version enters the group)