Lu Xiaoxiao snorted and said to himself that I would be a ghost if I really did that with you. Not to mention that she can't get through this in her own heart after the fake play is actually done, even in the hearts of others, it must be a barrier.

When you think about it, you inevitably think of the ink. Lu Xiaoxiao looked at the sky and asked Yan Xu seriously, "You just said that we will leave as soon as it gets dark. You have some assurance."

Yan Xu raised his eyebrows. "There are seven or eight points."

Seven or eight points, which is already a high...