C402 Archaeopterygium

Perhaps my attitude was too resolute, Anthea dropped the straw and threw herself into my arms to embrace me.

The spiritual world of the rich was either extremely repressed, tense, or extremely empty, and the thing called angel powder seemed to be the best placebo.

As if we had made up our minds, An An and I tightly clenched our fingers as we walked into the private room.

Then