"Lu Jing, don't tell me you haven't been in love?"
"Well, um, does secret love count?"
"That doesn't count, then it can only be considered 'stillborn'. Does that mean I am your first love?"
Lu Jing looked at the old man on the sofa with contempt, and said "Hmm!" From her nostrils.
"Is your crush as handsome as me?"
"You're only 2 centimeters taller than him. Don't compare your looks. You have a wrinkled face."
"I just like my long legs." After saying this, Zhao Dongcheng put his feet up on the coffee table.
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