An Huai: My roommate looks at me more and more strangely. I think he may be jealous of me, jealous that I am handsome and that so many girls like me.
Xie Zhi: Well, jealous, jealous that those girls can be your girlfriends, but I can't even like you openly.
An Huai:? ? ? ? What? Say it again?
"You are like the peach-colored spring light, the shimmering waves, within reach in dreams, but out of reach in reality."
Xie Zhi: This sentence has been deleted and deleted, but it still cannot describe one ten thousandth of your beauty.
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It's a sweet secret love story~
Intention: You are youth and ideal
