Nangong Miao shook her feet, held a cigarette in her mouth and said: Hello! Smelly girl, you are so rude~
Le Yi, wearing a white coat, ignored the person behind him who was chattering all the time, and concentrated on the experiment in his hand...
They say water is cold, but Nangong Miao is like a small flame
They say fire is warm, but Le Yi is as cold as an iceberg
So, is a flame really a flame?
Is an iceberg really an iceberg?
Maybe it's the person in front of me, my past self?
Conception: