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"Gu Xiangnan, I seem to be really moved."
That afternoon, the girl lay lazily in a cradle made of bamboo branches. Her long black hair was scattered and her eyes were a little confused.
The light in the eyes of the young man in front of him disappeared fleetingly, but eventually he fell silent. He stiffened and forced a smile: "An'an, I..."
"Stop talking." The girl known as An An put a finger to Gu Xiangnan's lips, moved a few inches to the right, rested her head on his lap, and hugged his strong waist.
"This kind of relationship is pretty good."
An Ran, if the surroundings are full of thorns, I would like to draw a prison for you.
Xiangnan, do you know that the bravest thing I have ever done is to like you.