On the verge of widowhood

A piece of music lasted only three minutes, and after one piece, Bai Qing noticed that Yu's decoration had changed.

There is a small pot of purple pearls on each table in the rest area, Monet's "Water Lilies" is painted on the wall behind him, and the whole encounter has become darker gray and purple, and the wooden tables and chairs There is a different kind of style when the bookshelves are matched together.

"Gays are gay among gays."

Qiao Que took a look and came to a conclusion.

Bai Qing stretched out his hand to touch the water lilies in full bloom on the wall, smiling a bit disappointed.

Where is Bai Zi?

He had carefully prepared everything, but there was no sign of showing up.

Are you ready to forgive him?

Bai Qing bit her lower lip and fell into a new round of self-blame.