He was helpless, he really liked his little lion so much. She had taken root in his heart, and although he had occasionally left her behind over the years, once he saw her in person, all the memories related to her came overwhelmingly to him.
Leo: What are you doing?
The Frog Prince: Draw a Picture
Leo: boring
Frog Prince: You are boring
Leo: I'm just talking about myself. How can you be boring? You are the savior. You are a genius designer.
Frog Prince: Another nonsense
Leo: Don't you like my nonsense?
Frog Prince: It depends on what you talk about
?ㄗYoung? Han Dynasty? Duicai and? Last machine model? Jingmei Huoyuan? Zhongdi badger curling up? Huanmei order?
Frog Prince: Then go grind it off
Leo: You are my whetstone. I want to use you to sharpen my knife.
Frog Prince: Who said you have no inspiration? Don't you have it now?
Leo: Ah, I realize that you are really my Bole. I am your Chollima.
Frog Prince: Nonsense
Leo: Why am I inspired when I see you? Could it be that you are the inspiration king in Journey to the West? It turns out that you are not a frog but a goldfish.
The Frog Prince: Blah blah blah blah
Leo: I'm just talking nonsense to you
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Later, he dreamed of her acting coquettishly and talking nonsense in his arms countless times. But since I saw her this time, I always felt that there was something uneasy between her brows. She seemed to shed tears in the car last night. He couldn't help but notice her and think about her.
Conception: