Lu Feng blushed, lowered his eyes, and stared at the toes of his shoes. The golden sunlight filtered through the gaps in the leaves and jumped on his face. The fine hairs on his face trembled slightly in the wind, "Gu Jingyi, the girl I like is called Gu Jingyi."
The salty and sweet little milk dog VS the daily IQ drop and the delicate bag
(PS: Dear friends, don't believe the copywriting, I'm really not used to writing...)
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