On the verge of widowhood

Little Lolita's expression froze, she returned the lollipop to her mouth and crushed it with a bang.

There was a clear rhythm of crunching, chewing a few times and making a swallowing movement.

Bai Qing's back felt cold.

The little loli put away her sweet smile, and her momentum suddenly changed. She touched a cigarette from her flat chest, and a flame emerged from her fingertips, and she put it on a familiar place. Smile: "Does my old lady look like a man?"

Even the voice became gloomy.

A series of actions are flowing like clouds and flowing water.

Can't be bothered.

Bai Qing: "It doesn't look like it does."

Little Lolita snorted with a smile and sarcasm: "Von's vision is really unflattering."