Qin Ze leaned at the door of the kitchen and looked at Qiao Chuxun who was busy. He moved his lips slightly and his face became a little solemn. "Qiao Chuxun, since you are alone and I am also alone, let's make do with it."
Qiao Chuxun was stunned for a moment, her pure eyes met his, and he stopped talking for a long time before saying, "Are you rich?"
Qin Ze lowered his eyelids to cover up the emotions in his eyes, and pondered for a moment, "No."
"Okay, let's try it."
There is a kind of lie, we call it: promise. ——Anonymous
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