I always think about when to solemnly confess my love to you, my dear brother.
On that day, the bride held your arm, she was dignified, elegant, noble, and her floor-length skirt was holy.
You hold her head and kiss her passionately.
Aobe covered my eyes. He was a little flustered.
So cute, like a child. The chocolate in his hand melted, and the tip of his tongue came out to lick it.
It's just bitter.