The molecules of love are gathered in the trap, sadness and tears are intertwined. A lovesick gun lifts the beam of love, and a pair of mandarin ducks are drawn, floating in the water in fantasy. The dream of a dandelion is not far away, within reach, you can blow it with your mouth, and it floats like an umbrella in the devil's space.
Send a lollipop, lick a delicious snack, hide the dream of cake in fantasy, add some sugar and oil novels, squeeze a glass of milk, bring it into the heaven, kiss and the fragrance will float like a dream.
In the trap of despair, you survive.
I saw your figure on the love box.
Close the lid, and the fragrance lingers between your eyebrows.
A ripple.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
