When Zhou Sicheng met Yeats for the first time, he couldn't help but put his hand on his face.
The second time Zhou Sicheng saw Yeats, he squatted down and pulled Yeats' skirt.
Zhou Sicheng saw Yeats for the third time and held Yeats tightly in his arms.
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Yeats chuckled: It turns out that I am so beautiful and you fell in love with me at first sight.
Zhou Sicheng gently hugged Yeats: Yes.