八码滚雪球计划图简介:Zhou Zheng was sitting on the sofa, with an ashtray on the table and a half-burned cigarette butt between his fingers. Sparks were swaying in his gloomy pupils. He raised his head and blew out a puff of smoke in the direction of the TV. His eyes could not be hidden. exhausted.
Zhou Zheng was sitting on the sofa, with an ashtray on the table and a half-burned cigarette butt between his fingers. Sparks were swaying in his gloomy pupils. He raised his head and blew out a puff of smoke in the direction of the TV. His eyes could not be hidden. exhausted.