C154 Ling Yao's Sense of Crisis

I can't play with her hiding. Isn't that enough? Hai Xiaomin shrunk her neck and ran a short distance away with a limp. What she said just now was just a joke...

The sky had already darkened and there was no light. Everything could only be carried on tomorrow.

Hai Xiaomin sat on the beach and played with the splint on her ankle in boredom