Lin Zhai.

the curtain of the study is drawn, and with the dim light, it brings out a cold air.

Lin Weifan is sitting on the sofa, shaking the delicate glass in his hand, and the wine is rippling on the wall of the glass. The curve of rotation makes people look amazing, but it is dyed red, like blood.

the atmosphere is too heavy

Qin Wenqing stood aside and looked respectfully at Lin Weifan, carefully wearing a wipe.

Lin is no more in crisis than before.

therefore, he knows that this man's gloomy mood is naturally in a bad mood and is worried about it.

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