Holding the hand of the son, writing together with the son

Hold your son's hand and sleep with him

Hold your son's hand and grow old together

Holding my son's hand, what else can I ask for?

-----I just want a lifetime of love, travel through time and space, just to meet you.tu

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The night sky is filled with vast silence and stars.

Surrounded by numerous people, the Royal Hotel looks particularly majestic at night.

No one saw a petite figure standing on a leafy tree not far away. A pair of cold eyes looked at the hotel. The instrument in his hand kept accurately displaying the topography, direction, and exit.

The wind blew slowly, bringing with it a hint of summer. The leaves on the branches of the big trees that were blown by the wind could not withstand the pressure of the wind. The first leaf fell slowly, and the second leaf fell. When

Before the third leaf left the branch, the petite figure jumped up from the branch as fast as lightning.

The instrument in my hand shows exactly: 22:30

She stepped on the branches and flew over the tree like a bird. Taking advantage of the big tree, she went straight to the third floor of the hotel.

At her feet were several patrolling guards in black, and they didn't feel anyone jumping over them at all.

Luo Liuling rolled up her body and fell silently from the window into the room on the third floor.

With his eyes moving around, he immediately digested the information about this house.

This is the sleeping room, which is dedicated to studying, and the furnishings are world-class.

The luxury is breathtaking, but also addictive.

Before Luo Liuling could stand up, a soft voice came from outside.

"Master Long, don't be so impatient."

"Baby, come on, come on, I'm so flustered."

Immediately afterwards, there was a rustling sound outside, which was the excited breathing of a man.

Luo Liuling held her slender waist and stood behind the door like a ghost, looking at the situation outside through the crack in the door.

On the imported gold Milan sofa, a fat man was pressing down on a fair-skinned woman, who was doing exercises crazily.

The woman was grunting like a sow, and the harsh sound was disgusting and harsh.[
Chapter completed!