
The Seventh Miss, Di
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state:serializing
author: Murong Lanlan
A cold male voice echoed out, its tone as if frozen, carrying a chill and an air of killing intent.,Dressed in a fiery red, nine-layered wedding garment, the child was wrapped up like a ball. How could he possibly run away,But seeing, the bedroom was deep, with a rosewood carved bed, and crimson sheets embroidered with mandarin ducks were spread down, one white slender arm emerged.。