It wasn't until he was hugged tightly into a mint-scented embrace that Xu Qiao's chaotic mind sobered up a little bit.
In this life, apart from her parents and brother, she has only been hugged by one person.
The cool mint scent, the boy like the white moonlight.
Through the heartbeat on his fingertips, it felt like he was back in that summer, when he hugged her like this.
Yu Ze tightened his arm around Xu Qiao's waist and whispered in her ear: "This time, don't try to run away again."
I will never let go again.
When we were far apart in the past, Xu Qiao never thought of Yu Ze, or maybe he deliberately didn't think of it, and over time he really forgot about it.
Yu Ze has always been a thorn in her heart, which does not hurt, but occasionally makes her toss and turn.
Yu Ze's draft box contains 1,314 text messages, all of which are addressed to an unknown person.
Consumption Guide: If you don't like Xiaomengxin's scum, don't spray it
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The routine is a bit old, I probably lived many years ago