"Haha, although I am very good, you can't fall in love with me."
Qingshi looked at her wet bangs sticking to her forehead, her big eyes narrowed into crescent moons, and her smile was a little distorted in the sunlight.
He spread the cake on her face, then smiled exaggeratedly: "Who wants to like a girl like you?"
An Xuan jumped up, grabbed the water pipe, opened the faucet to the maximum, and sprayed hard on him.
This time Qingshi didn't run away, he just stood in front of her in utter embarrassment, smiling stupidly.
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