Chapter 11: The Pleasure of Self-Torture

ait!"In Li Yi's view, love was merely an emotion women conjured up when they were idle; marriage was a waste of time and life. For men, love was just the stuff of weaklings wallowing in melancholy ove...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!e vast darkness of night.The Inner Mongolia grassland stretched endlessly; at this late hour, it was like an isolated island in silent solitude. Liy An continuously increased his speed, enjoying the w...