It's clear that he's so close. What else do you say that if you don't look at him at the cards, who's going to see him again?

Song moved aside in July, trying to stay away from him. However, at the moment she was far away, he immediately approached, still so close, breathing in between the ears. His breath, if there is something like nothing, mixed with a lot of flavors, belongs to him, but it is so easy to touch the heartstrings.

She whispered, "I'll play."

"I'll play with you." He whispered that he would not stay away.

"Zheng, three of them are on the table. Come on, too."...