The two little girls, big and small, lie face-to-face outside the bathroom door, their little faces flushed, breathing like cattle, and their eyes were covered with mist.

There was a faint murmur in the bathroom, and fools knew what was going on inside.

Hands shaking, peony bowing, her slender neck flushed and her hair stood up, making her whole body like boiled shrimp struggling to death.

Compared with Paeonia lactiflora, the cold was much calmer. When she reached out to touch Paeonia lactiflora, the mobile phone shook itself.

ah!

The scream was as loud as the faucet that couldn't be shut down in the bedroom. The cold could not stop...