C64 White-haired Old Man

A pair of wrists reached out and landed on Wu Yu Xue's shoulders like shackles, locking this "love", locking this "person".

Half of Miss Han's face was pressed tightly against his chest as she accepted the man's strong, iron arms.

Suddenly, Wu Yuxue held up her face, which seemed to be in a daze. Under the lamp, I could already see the sounds of tears.

"Miss, we can't."

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