The time of the night is changing like that. In the middle of the night, the remaining sweetness is used to soak the damp midsummer into plump flickering, and the undulating Chongqing Avenue seems to add a touch of ambiguity. , and Erliang wine and sex can only evoke the slender phantom in the opera. Fame and fortune are right and wrong, in the midst of ups and downs, drunk and waking up, let's flash a street lamp together, so what's the matter tonight?
Wandering on the street alone, the south, the south, and the north are inseparable.
The wine is dry and still not drunk, who cares for a lonely guest in a foreign land. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com