They hugged one hundred and four times, kissed seventy-four times, and had sex fourteen times. It was like a curse and they couldn't escape the word "death". Xia Shen smiled and said, "Forget it, you and I are too ordinary. We are so ordinary that we don't even have the courage to sing a romantic song like an actor on the stage. Let's break up. It's good for each other."
Fang Jue looked at his newlywed wife's eyebrows, and raised his hand to touch it blankly, causing the emcee and the guests in the audience to burst into laughter. Amidst all the excitement, the gentle bride blushed with embarrassment, but the moment she lowered her head, she seemed to hear her newlywed husband whispering, "They really look alike."
It rains continuously and I don't know when spring is gone, but when it clears up, I feel that summer is deep.
In fact, it is he, and I want to shamelessly call him sweet text.