Suddenly I felt a chill on my waist, followed by a wet and greasy feeling.
When I looked back, I saw a child who had just reached my waist. He was holding an ice cream in his hand, and there was some cream on the cherry mouth. His appearance was indescribably weird and cute.
Oh, oh, great, my white ARMANI suit, now the spring is really bright and fragrant. Milan's ice cream has always been world-famous, and now I'm experiencing the cool and sweet taste firsthand.
And his handsome father, that's how we met. He and I don't even speak the same language, we are already physically intimate, and we have the same intentions since childhood, but we can only be separated by two places. Whose heart is connected?
Time only helps people grow old. I don't believe in sentimentality. I am afraid that a foreign country will be better than my hometown in desolation. The moon is bright in my hometown, but I can't go back, not to Ning Tao...
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