his back, right at his heart. And that dagger, smeared with anesthetic, paralyzed his sense of pain. 。Thinking about all these years, in Simu Yan's eyes, he had been like a fool. Simu Tian couldn't he...Chapter 217 He Cooked Breakfast Himselfd and rosy, his head was a bit long, particularly ugly.” Tang Yucheng reminisced.After the full moon, it became as cute as a little dumpling. It was white and tender with a hint of pink, very pretty....