“下去！”那狗犹豫着,低低地吠着。阿尔玛·林哈里斯右手攥紧外加护套的左轮手枪,思考着下一步该怎么办。她原本不想得罪哪家的爱大,即使是面前这么难看的家伙,而宁愿缩在车里。可无聊与好奇最终还是占了上风。 “乖乖,”她敷衍了一句,并不奇怪又来了一声更为低沉的咆哮。没事儿,当头儿差她 “Go!” The dog hesitated, barking low. Alma Lince Harris clenched his revolver with a sheathed right hand and wondered what to do next. She did not want to offend any big love, even in front of such ugly guy, and would rather shrink in the car. May be boring and curiosity eventually prevailed. “Obediently,” she said perfunctoryly, not surprisingly, with a more deep roar. Nothing, head her poor