C1550 I'll Give You a Hand(1)
When the patrolling guards heard the news and rushed into the prison, Nangong Yingluo, who had been ravaged and unable to resist, had already collapsed.
Tears, snot, and saliva mixed together and stuck to her numb and expressionless face with some long hair.
The exquisite dress he had custom-made was scattered all over the place. His bare feet were rubbing against the ground
