Hunting Game
After parting with Lu Kui, I returned home, my father still did not come home, I lay lonely on the bed, picked up the phone and began to chat with Fu Ling. Under the increasingly urgent pressure of death. My correspondence with Fu Ling also became close. We both knew it by heart, so the topic of conversation gradually shifted from the curse of the class to other aspects. "Hey, hey, are you okay little beauty." I said. "Bah, Bai Zhi, how come you're like a different person online, so horny." Fu Ling couldn't help but scold. "I don't want to, now the class is dying every day, maybe I'll hang up that day. Before I die, I want to stay with you a little longer." "Cut. Who does not know that you are now in the class hot. There are many girls in the class who are thinking about you." "Reall
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