[Copywriting]: The story starts with a little mosquito...
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Cheng Ran hugged Qiao Yue from behind and guided her to knead the dough with both hands. Their hands touched, separated and then crossed.
But Qiao Yue could no longer look at the dough. Now, she saw that the dough was not dough, and her hands were not hands. She only saw the heat on her face and the body temperature behind her.
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"What did you whisper when you pressed the round button just now?"
"Miss Qiao, these are margarita cookies."
Qiao Yue said "Ah", very confused.
"Margarita cookies represent the handprint of love."
"I was just saying your name, idiot."
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I always want to grab the tail of the wind with my hands, bring white lily of the valley flowers with me, and let the wind take me to you.
Waiting for the orioles in March, Yunxiu becomes a poem and a story of halo dyeing
Like when the snow melts in spring, the flowers bloom on the branches and the water slowly flows
When I meet you, it's the best thing in the world
——Hetu "Late Spring"
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Flower Arrangement Boss × Warm Pet Cafe Manager
Concept: pure love