The petite boy stretched out his little finger and smiled sweetly.
"Let's pull the hook!"
A look of uneasiness flashed across the handsome boy's face, and he wrapped his little finger with his palm.
"Is that so?"
A hint of shyness flashed in the petite boy's eyes, and he hooked the handsome boy's little finger with his backhand.
"That's it. Well, hanging with a hook won't change for a hundred years."
That year, they were five years old. ． ． ． ． ．
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