marry a husband

Chapter 287
Who said that only the seaside can vent, this light red bar can still do it.

Only those whose brains have been kicked by donkeys will repeatedly run to the beach and yell.

It made the Dragon King restless, and the heavy rain every day drenched you to death by the sea. You deserved to be condemned by the Dragon King, and you deserved to be drenched in the rain.

At this moment, my mood is as irritable as the weather in June. Only at night can there be a slight cool breeze blowing through my hair and brushing my cheeks.

Listening to the explosive music in the bar, and the handsome guys and girls who are dancing in the audience at the moment.

Then I looked at the slightly turbid and charming dry red in my hand, who never touched wine.

(End of this chapter)