Mistakenly Love You, To The Bones
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Wytte had a long nightmare, in which a pair of cold hand
lly cold and rough around her neck, whic
uddenly tightened, which
gnashed his teeth in a low and hoarse voice, like th
me and cold eyes gradually appear
me?" The breath of Amelia Wytte was struggling we
de her have no doubt that she might
hid big hand suddenly loosened. Amelia Wytte was like a broken
live a life worse than death. You should die with m
d into his cold eyes, murmuring, "wha
at her coldly, as if
his teeth and said,
in Amelia Wytte was pulled down by him and smashed to
snow-white face, leaving shocking thin blood ma
eart. She swallowed her tears and shook her head. "I don
eyebrows were full of disgust and hatred for her. "You cr
and had a car accident.
." Nicola Clinton 's ey
th her hands, but he was like a execut
ect him to be so g
s had left a deep mark on her heart
is brother, Bill Clinton , and even us
r was dead, but she became the m
e verge of collapse. He grabbed her delicate chin and pressed her with his s
n this way, she could not escape the hatr
d puppet, only a pair of long
only a cold body without any temperature. "In your eyes, I am a bitch
ton last night, let alone know what
cold, and only a pair of desperate ey
h a heartless chuckle, Nicola Clinton rudely wiped the blood on her lips
nly, feeling that his eyes w
His long sharp eyebrows frowned fiercely,
n. If you die, you
was so cold and cruel perhaps because h
was not her at all. Did he want her to
ack and she wiped the sweetness from the corn
ead man, and he wanted to c
h the wound on her face, made
locked her coldly. For a moment, Amelia Wytte fel
ody. His dark black standing collar windbreaker made hi
blink, staring at the man she loved so
Wytte to look at it. "Remember this face. This is your hu
it, my brother w
n the tiles made Amelia Wytte cry out of pain, but when he
houted hystEden Hawk ally, like a drowning man
traw? He wished she co
raised his hand expression
artists came in with a pile of things in order, placing
g with bright light, and Ameli
aster . I want her to be the most beauti
were not surprised
ront of her was extremely ironic and cruel. The people who sur
is second mast
the photo, the boy's smile was clean and
o frame with his fingers and han
reme. Her thin shoulders were constantly trembling,
t." He pressed the corner of h