classification:Science fiction |
author:A Drunken Beauty of |
state:in the series |
update:(2024-09-19 08:42:21) |
The man, as if finding relief, unconsciously began to stroke his wrist.,Between breaths, I could still sense the lingering scent of that person. And the taste of the little pork trotters, so delicately icy, like a handful of snow.,His crimson eyes flashed with a glimmer of obscurity.。