She likes strawberries.

Fresh strawberry, strawberry ice cream, strawberry cake, canned strawberry, I like to eat all kinds of strawberries. This should be a special strawberry cake. The metaphorical brain began to turn rapidly. Suddenly, she slammed her head and grabbed Meng Xiaofan beside her. Why didn’t you tell me earlier? What about her birthday? She just remembered […]

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Uh, no … OK … Xia Xue suddenly panicked. She found that the man seemed to be ready to be serious … how could this … their racecourse was also riding a horse … maybe he was going to have a fashionable Ma Zhen with her? LiZhenYu … you … stop it …

Oh, I’m afraid! The man smirked smugly and bit her lip with a parody-like narrow force. The force was properly grasped, and it didn’t bite and made her feel pain. I really want to eat you! Xia Xue eats pain, covers her lips and glared at him angrily. The girlish appearance made him laugh again, […]

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After this pit passes, there will be a blue sprint behind a baffle. Let’s count it silently and see how many seconds you can have when you sprint now. You can also get it when you two compete later …

Mo Tianyuan stared at Zhang Shaotian’s front with an edge baffle, and at the same time, he didn’t forget to give him a wakeup call. Remember that some props in the track can also help you exercise when they last Pastoral Yang two people nodded immediately stopped in front of the line of sight. At […]

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Ruan Jie nodded. It’s really a big injury to lack competition experience, but I don’t think there is anything wrong with Draven just clicking on the tower. It can be said that the other side’s auxiliary hammer stone is too 6!

Ruan Jie’s words tell the truth, whether it’s the Little Dragon Team Battle or the auxiliary hammer stone of the Seven Scorpions Team in this middle counterattack can be described as a bright explosion field. If the game ends at this time, mvp will definitely be the auxiliary hammer stone of the Seven Scorpions Team. […]

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