Before xia Mo Feng finished his sentence, Chu zhaoyue stopped him.

suddenly, the summer desert wind is sluggish, with a pair of peach blossom eyes, which can't return to God for half a day.

reflexively, he reached out and touched his thin lips. The cold lips of summer desert wind burst out uncontrollably. They never appeared on his face, some silly radians.

when Chu zhaoyue saw this silly expression on the white and beautiful face, he couldn't help laughing more happily. He grabbed Xia mosfeng's collar and pulled him down to his head. Chu zhaoyue came to his ear and said with a light smile, "this is the reward."

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