The girl looked into the distance and saw the sea breeze blowing her hair.
The fallen leaves on the ground have accumulated a thick layer, like a girl missing. "Isn’t it cold to paint pear clothes?" Xia Mi walked beside painted pear clothes. "Not too cold" Painting pear clothes doesn’t feel cold. Her constitution is cool to her. "Sister Shanshan is strong, and I’m freezing to death." I stamped […]