The careless tone of voice is particularly harsh to the ears of Muchu.

Fortunately, she's used to it!

She's just a plaything. Homer's just telling the truth. What's wrong with her?

Mu Chudi's five fingers held her palm tightly, and the pain from her palm seemed to make her heart more comfortable.

Hawthorne sat straight on the sofa beside him, pulled out his cigars, lit his lighter, and the bright lights were bright and dark, reflecting on the dark eyes, which had a somewhat mysterious and obscure taste.

Song Weiqing! How long has it been since I heard the name?

That was his only upside-down scale, and Hawthorne used to...