The first time Wanwan saw Xu Ziling, she knew that she liked him. At that time, Ling was wearing a pair of jeans that had been washed a little white, and a shirt that was so white that there was no stain on it. A pair of clear, bright glasses is a very pure kind. He leaned lightly against a dense maple tree, a gust of wind passed by, and the hair on his forehead fell between his eyebrows. Very quiet, very quiet.
Like~~a prince.
Wanwan walked up to Zi Ling unconsciously.
"Is something wrong?" Ling looked at the man in shorts in front of him. The girl with heavy makeup said calmly. He has never liked such a woman.
"What's your name?" Wanwan stared at Ling with a pair of big, bright eyes, her long eyelashes flickering.
"Xu Ziling" Even if he doesn't like people, he still seems polite...
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