Qing Huan's face was full of stars: You are so good-looking, I want to marry you home when I grow up. The arrogant little boy blushed: Nonsense, how can a man marry a woman? What an idiot. Qing Huan bit her finger and said in a negotiating tone: You don't want me to marry you, how about you marry me? The arrogant little boy: Idiot! ! Ten years later, a man dressed in black was lying on the bed with his clothes wide open, revealing his smooth collarbone. He looked at the little girl covering her face with charming eyes: Xiao Huan'er, aren't you going to marry me? Does that still count? Qing Huan: You, you, please speak nicely and don't take off your clothes at every turn! !
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