C215 Drop

Xing Mowei ripped off his tie at the collar and twisted it into a hemp rope.

From afar, Xing Mowei saw the hound that grew up eating leftovers, majestically squatting next to the sun umbrella deck chair.

It stuck out its tongue and looked around, wheezing. Its smooth and shiny tail swept around on the ground, looking quite mighty.

The most important thing was that from time to time