At seven o'clock, a silver two-compartment car slowly stopped at the bar entrance.

The window slowly fell down, and the woman sitting in it rushed to Li Nan, who stood by the roadside and looked at the stars, and waved her hand.

Fortune is not a curse, but a curse can't be avoided.

After Li Nan recited this cross Sutra in his heart, he gritted his teeth, opened the door and got on the bus.

When he got on the bus, he sighed again when he saw Mrs. Jinghong's costume.

She looks more dignified and elegant than in the afternoon when she wears a home dress.

A light blue shoulder-bare...