C118 Miss ao jiao

It was night. The entire sea was as flourishing as a three thousand year old sea. The lights that filled the city were like the lanterns of a thousand years ago.

Many people indulge themselves in the erosion of the night and squander their youth in the light of the night. Every day in Orchard, Song Shaolun would hug the beautiful girl and try different positions.

As Song Shao indulged himself