On a weekend morning, the sun is clear and peaceful.
"Hey, that handsome guy in front of you should walk slower..."
A girl wearing a denim skirt came up to her with a smile, her fair face flushed.
The person walking in front only gave her a back view. Thin and tall.
"The guy surnamed Zhuang!!!!"
The 200-decibel soprano finally exploded unbearably!
"What's wrong?" The figure turned around gracefully, bathing in the sunshine.
With shoulder-length broken hair, an off-white jacket and trousers, and a pair of light blue sneakers, he looks clean and handsome.
Oh no. Correction, it's "she".
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!"
With a scream, a group of oversized nymphomaniacs appeared around her in a second.
Too bad...
"Why are you still standing there? Run!"
Oh my god, why does this happen every day? !
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