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Alaskar:marriage at a young age

Tác giả: Rsawty
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What is Alaskar:marriage at a young age

Đọc tiểu thuyết Alaskar:marriage at a young age của tác giả Rsawty được xuất bản trên WebNovel.Tidak pernah terlintas di benak Alana menikah dengan Alaskar, kakak kelasnya yang sangat nakal dan selalu membuat onar. Kalau di tanya makhluk hidup apa yang paling di benci oleh Alana, tak lain dan t...

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Tidak pernah terlintas di benak Alana menikah dengan Alaskar, kakak kelasnya yang sangat nakal dan selalu membuat onar. Kalau di tanya makhluk hidup apa yang paling di benci oleh Alana, tak lain dan tak bukan Alaskar adalah jawabannya. Menjalankan rumah tangga di usia muda memang bukan hal yang mudah. Entah apa yang akan terjadi dengan rumah tangga mereka nanti. Penasaran? simak ceritanya.

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