ful that words cannot describe it.A thousand threads, a myriad of strands, rush up to the heavens as Jian Dan's light flares.Like a round moon rising into the sky, and the moonlight reflecting from th...轉碼失敗！請您使用右上換源切換源站閱讀或者直接前往源網站進行閱讀！ce: “Though a soft persimmon is easy to squeeze, it would stain your hands, and that wouldn’t be a pleasant thing.”"Is that so" Luo Sha Mingyue's clean hand continued to sink, her slender white finger...