Although she was drunk last night, she still haven't completely lost her memory.
Yu Yu is sitting on the bed now, and can still clearly recall last night's clips:
Including falling over yourself, giggling...
Holding her head and wailing, she slowly curled himself into a ball and buried himself in the quilt.
If this was a wasteland, then her embarrassed toes could have pulled out a Forbidden City.
Black history, absolutely black history!
Fortunately, it was in the middle of the night, and there were not many pedestrians outside, so no one should have seen it?
As for Ms. Liu...he should not be the kind of person who goes out to talk nonsense.
With that in mind, she stood up strong and leaned against the wall to wash.
Passing by the living room, out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of the hippo sofa.
Almost at the same time, a set of pictures quickly appeared in Yu Yu's mind:
