He stroked the unwrapped birthday gift belt, a little less unruly than usual, provoking her bottom line.
"Xu, you are really naughty. Since you didn't bring a gift, give it to me!"
She blushed, closed her eyes and pretended to be drunk.
He approached silently, lowering his head to listen to her beating heartbeat. Can you please stop looking like this? Otherwise, I want to treat you...
She was 17 years old that year.
A Xu gently dusted off the black mask. His warmth still remained on it. A pair of eyes pierced her through her head. She had hurt him.
"Xu, I don't hate you." That figure seems to have gone far away. Has he thrown away the lingering past and the moments when we warmed each other in pain? It's obvious that we have the same incomplete dream, and it's obvious that when we are put together we have the perfect lip shape, is it still not possible?
That year, she was 27 years old.
[How to choose, is it love? Or the truth?
The Girl in Distress X The Devil's Master
Dancing in the glass shards X Seeking truth in bondage
With youth, pain, and expectations, it's the summer of seventeen...
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