Yang Yimiao: When people wear fake GL, they are favored by a lot of beauties. Why is it my turn to be the matchmaker for beauties = =
Yu Qingqing: My dear, just accept your fate. Who told you to become a matchmaker...
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Yu Qingqing: Yiyi, can I be your bride?
Yang Yimiao looked Yu Qingqing up and down: "It's not good, because you are about to become my mother."
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Yu Qingqing: Yang Yimiao, can you change your habit of singing at every turn?
Yang Yimiao looked directly at Yu Qingqing and started singing: "The most enchanting, slender hands, full eyes, here, beauty and wine merge into the throat..."
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This article will touch on some opera, especially Yue opera, but it will not affect reading in general.
Intention:
It ended too suddenly