Next time I see you, I must close my eyes immediately, lock you in and never open them again, hum~
My mother said, kid, don't stare at a piece of cake all the time, it will get moldy.
But I thought in my heart: You are not a cake, you are just a cactus. If you don't take good care of it, you will have no temper. And I am the croissant, a small person who brings huge satisfaction.
So I say I love you, can you hear me or not?