Smile, multi-level...

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"is it because of small bubbles?"

Longyaochen listened to Long Tianlin's words, and his profound ink pupil gave out a kind of evil air. He saw his thin lips open slightly, and his lips were filled with a subtle smile and said, "What do you think?"

The gentle question is full of depressing atmosphere, like a huge stone, suddenly pressed on the heart of Longtian Lin and Xia Yimo.

Long Tianlin's hand with his glass tightened suddenly and then loosened. His glance seemed unintentional, but he locked him tightly. In his heart, he wondered if he would tell him what was happening to him.

Longyaochen and Longtian...