Ma's feet were about to swim through the gods for a while, but suddenly they heard a burning voice inside.
The palace person subconsciously looked inward, and couldn't see what was happening inside, but he could also see the black outline fuzzy.
A snow-white slender hand protruded out of the veil, holding the edge firmly, and the thin white wrist looked so weak that it seemed to be broken at any time.
But a short time later, a white and strong hand was stretched out again in the golden silk tent, and the hand with a slight whitening of the knuckles was very accurately found, covering the back of the hand firmly and gently Then he pulled that strong hand off the bed and brought it back to the golden silk tent.
The palace man heard one of the very low weeping sounds coming out from it, as if to say, "Enough, enough ..."
The author has something to say: finally let our sangsang be eaten, and the error of that chapter yesterday has been modified, thank you for reminding