Mr. Gong, your Liuba

Just outside Lin Xue's house, Leng Xiyue unexpectedly heard a slight rustling sound.,He guzzled down copious amounts of alcohol, crying all the while as he lamented the years of dedication and effort that had amounted to nothing.,"Bathe me, bathe me sweetly..." Leng Xiyue buried her face in Gong Xin Yi's arms, rubbing against him like a rabbit.。