A Yao
Lord, His Highness
Who hurts you
Yes, it's myself
This smells
Why is it exactly the same as the one who walked through the building that night
not good
Beautiful
Let me go
Put it on the bed
Let me go
Beautiful
Here comes
Dad insists on living
Mom won't let anyone hurt you
Mother
A Yao
What happened
I just now
A Yao
you
Why did you shed so much blood
On her arm
My mother found that they were too close