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Chunhua stabilized her body and subconsciously grabbed Xia Ci's arm. A mud mark suddenly appeared on her clean clothes, which was particularly conspicuous. Chunhua quickly let go and looked for something to wipe with, but couldn't find anything cleaner on her body.
"I... I, don't hit me." Chunhua protected her head, with a look of fear on her face. She wanted to kneel on the ground as soon as her legs went weak.
"Get up." Xia Ci reached out to support Chunhua's kneeling body, but Chunhua dodged it. ——Li Jin's "Spring"
"Are you willing to go back with me?" The man wrote, and at the end of the sentence he drew a smile that was very funny in the eyes of the young man.
The boy started wandering at a very young age and could not read a few words. Looking at the symbols written by the man on the ground, he still looked at him in confusion. But the boy felt the man's kindness and did not leave.
The man stopped what he was doing a little troubled, thought for a moment, and drew a house on the ground, followed by an adult and a small person——Li Quan's "The Moon Represents My Heart"
After the kiss, the younger brother swallowed the meat with difficulty.
"I think you're trying to choke me."
"The meat is old." George chewed the meat in his mouth.
Seeing that most of the piece of meat that was originally in his mouth was taken away by George, the little brother was silent.
"You're a little disgusting."
"No way." George politely buttoned the button he had just unbuttoned, and sat back at the table reservedly. ——Pu Shu "Those Flowers"