st and immediately went to do it.Ho Shao-ting smiled faintly.He lit a cigarette and walked slowly upstairs, the background filled with alienation.Wen Man was still sad.Ho Zhen Dong patted her hand and...Lu Qian still walked over.

The city's neon lights cast a shimmering, multi-colored glaze over them, making everything seem unreal.

Like a dream, ephemeral.hem, and the maid at home wouldn't be so oblivious.Looking at He Lu again, she was surprisingly wearing a silk slip dress.Like the mistress of this villa.Such transgression has already exceeded Zhang...