I'm not used to such hasty introductions (laughs)
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Today, Liba is still wearing green eye shadow, revealing clothes, and looks sexy and coquettish. But in my eyes, it is nothing like scenery. Xu Yi sat there quietly, surrounded by shouts and screams, but he did not frown, and did not feel uneasy or complaining at all, as if the chaotic environment around him was like a heavy rain, but he managed to avoid getting wet. Suddenly a sentence came to my mind: you are just like a painting when you stand there.
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If I could be Zhang Yang, I would definitely hug Xu Yi and ask him: Why are you staying quietly by my side like this? Why does it appear in my life? ... How could I not like you...