amp, his black hair tousled. He stood before his desk, Ning Shu was grinding ink, but she seemed to have some drowsiness.I wonder if it's the incense in this hall that smells so good.He propped himsel...Although Wang Lin had heard about Xiao Heng before, he was just a stranger to me. Compared to Ning Shu, I naturally wasn't leaning towards him in my heart.

The book 《Book》 didn't say anything, but it wasn't me. My attitude also represented the default.

"Come on, guys. It's not about the money, is it"

"It's not about the money, is it We're not in this for anything else, are we"me, like he wasn't treating it as a precious treasure, and wouldn't mind wearing it. He even said to the handsome boy, "What if it breaks after I wear it for a few years".....Xiao Heng, your birthday...