C121 wind blowing through the ends of one's hair

There were a lot of young people in the bar, and it was very lively.

Anina drank a few cups of beer before she went down the dance floor to dance. Xia Lei sat in front of a small table, quietly thinking about something.

After a day's work, he had come in contact with that precise machine tool a total of eight times. Other than the time when he repaired Anina's locomotive