Beloved little goldf

Although still learning from my master’s way of comforting us as children, I patted He Qiong’s back in reassurance.,For some reason, He Qiong thought of Li Chunmei complaining about how much a young girl ate.,Year squinted his eyes, in a blink, an icy chill swept over him from all directions, piercing through his tattered coat and invading his entire being. Gradually, it stole away his warmth.。