On the verge of widowhood

Sansan's aura is clearly noticeable, at first it was his alone, then there was the white-haired one in the middle, and in the end it was Bai Zi intertwined with the rest of the auras.

Qiao Que's beating heart calmed down a little while the glazed lamp outside the gate of No. 45 Hewang Road became clearer, and she pushed the door open: "Three—" The second three words have not yet been uttered He just covered his mouth.

Bai Qing was lying on the couch with his upper body hugged by Bai Zi, with his eyes closed as if he had fallen asleep.

The carrot with rabbit ears "pulled" the glowing "video film" out of the air in front of Bai Qing's forehead like paper. The figure of Bai Mao.

After taking the towel handed over by Gu Yuan, Qiao Que wiped her face indiscriminately, lowered her voice and asked Bai Zi, who was not very pretty, "Is this what you are talking about?"