beveryjentle
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Always the romantic ❤️
2018-01-02 JoinedPhilippines
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beveryjentle3yrCommentedCh 160 Fan Page- beveryjentle3yrCommentedCh 146 All Your Fault
- beveryjentle3yrCommentedYera released a long deep sigh, before she coldly uttered, "Let's stick with the contract Xander. Now that your sleeping battalion could work out then you should compensate me more generously."
- beveryjentle3yrCommentedCh 58 I Shall Get Lost Now
- beveryjentle3yrCommentedCh 224 Charismatic Mr. Mo
- beveryjentle3yrCommented"Now, you might ask, why I am saying all this in front of you? I am doing this to warn other flies to stay away from Jiang Yue or you will face the whole Fu Conglomerate!" He declared.
- beveryjentle3yrCommented"Hmm… I will go back home tomorrow. I want you to take care of everything on this island. Including the construction of the house that I want." Said the young man as he took his seat and chose one of the photos. He looked at the woman in the picture with affection. A boyish grin made its way onto his face.
- beveryjentle3yrCommented[Host is getting smarter. Bee is so proud.]
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Very Lily 🤩
This giving of gifts is another way to compete between these Sects. It was like a silent way of showing everyone who is more extravagant in their gifts. Of course, Fang Yu seemed very interested to see the treasures gifted by different people. She might not lack some treasures but that doesn't mean, she doesn't love seeing things sparkling just before her eyes. - beveryjentle3yrCommented"Your brows are uneven." She answered. Hearing this, Fang Ling'er immediately covered her face and asked her servant to check them. When her servant told her that they weren't uneven, Fang Ling'er immediately glared at Fang Yu.
- beveryjentle3yrCommentedCh 909 Jane Doe Part 3 of 5
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Hahaha not chef nor racecar driver 🤣😝
Was it possible that she did these things in her past life? In the last four years, Li Yue had thought about every possibility that she could think of. Maybe she was a chef? An artist? Perhaps a race car driver? She had guessed and guessed and not one of those occupations gave her that warm familiarity that she felt a few seconds ago. Was it possible she was actually an agent in her past life? She chuckled at her own thoughts.