"I don't know. I often fantasize. I don't want to hide it. I also want to tell you loudly. I admit it, but that's it. Is that okay?" Lin Ziyi spoke very hastily, a little incoherently, and his face almost fell.
"I know." Yang Shaoqi's faint voice came, "I just want to have a definite identity and do something that I have endured for a long time." Classmate Yang obviously did not let her go, "For example, like this."
He stretched out his hand and pulled her hard, pulling her into his arms. It felt so good to do bad things!