Gentle as lotus? One sentence is earth-shattering. Lin Youxin looked at the strange man who praised her like a lotus in confusion, as if she found the shadow of Yu Yihao in him. One drew a lotus for her, and the other simply called her lotus. Although painting a lotus was hard, it was far less profound than praising her as a lotus. She is a refined lotus flower, so why should she be painted? Therefore, often a well-heard compliment on a specific occasion can best touch the heart of a beautiful woman. Therefore, Lin Youxin accepted Fan Zhixuan very readily. In this love competition, she has lost herself. She doesn't know who she really likes?
Once an angel loses its wings, it will fall into the mortal world. Yihao, are you really an angel? Yu Yihao smiled without answering, put the flower into Lin Youxin's hand, hugged her into his arms, and gently smelled the fragrance of her hair mixed with the elegant lotus fragrance. He decided to remember the warm feeling and cozy taste of the hug.
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