Yan An felt that it must be a dream at this time.
She even raised her hand and smeared her face.
A snap, extra loud.
Yan An: "..."
Help……
Although life is always full of coincidences, if the coincidences are like this, is it a bit too f*****g outrageous?
Yan An is like a marionette whose thinking ability has been removed, and like a rusty machine in disrepair. Her dry and stiff neck slowly twists as Shan Yi approaches from the door.
When the other party came in, he raised his hand and closed the door. The wooden door slammed on the door frame with a bang, and the deep voice knocked on Yan An"s eardrums, and the memories with the same Hertz were instantly evoked.
Yan An"s whole body was numb, and after a while, there was a chill.
She even exploded the cold hairs at the base of her
