王总在卧室里弄我的小痘痘

She felt that the pearl flower was not stained by the mud, but by her. Thinking of the dead Ning Cheng, and the angry and sad curses of Ning Cheng's sister, she cut her own with a razor blade that night. wrist. But she did not die. The blood on her wrist solidified again after staining Zhuhua....