Seventh Love: Evening breeze, gently blowing, do not ask, you like, or dislike; shed tears, already turned into water, the heart will be tired? Maybe, maybe not, anyway, sad, just this time... Xia Yimo cried for a long time before she stopped her tears. She slightly wiped her lips and pushed away the Longtian Ling. Afterwards, she realized that they were intimate and intimate. Her tearful eyes stared at Longtian Ling fiercely and her face was angry.

A slight loss slipped through Longtian Lin's heart, and then he shrugged his shoulders with a ruffian smile at the corner of his mouth and said, "Is the vent over?"

Xia Yimo gave...