Chapter 330 He told her, he was just tired of playing

llen asleep. Mingzhu took out a bottle of good vintage red wine, poured herself a glass, and stood silently by the floor-to-ceiling window sipping it.She came from a wealthy family and had no bad hobb...Lu Qian still walked over.

The city's neon lights cast a shimmering, multi-colored glaze over them, making everything seem unreal.

Like a dream, ephemeral.re the contractor!"Si Anran was unwilling to accept this: "Am I not beautiful enough Or not good enough In your heart, where do I fall short compared to her""Beautiful! Excellent! Don't compare yourse...