"That's great..." Fu Sangshen, who was wearing a light blue feather fabric, had curved eyebrows and a red figure reflected in his lake blue pupils, which contained endless tenderness.
"I said... I will definitely protect you... No matter where your soul is..."
"Qingguang... Don't hate me..."
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First published by Loft, it may be a bit OOC, elementary school students' writing is bad, please spray it lightly.
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