Yan Su, a cold professor as his name suggests, thought she would have to be associated with work for the rest of her life. . .
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Mu Yang; student
Xiao Mu; President
Sappan; doctor
small theater
Mu Yang: Professor, do you think this flower looks good?
Speak solemnly; OK
Mu Yang (comes closer); no matter how beautiful you are, she's not as good-looking as you.
Yan Su (blushing); you. . . You. . .
Sumu; you are the only one who would use this old trick to seduce the professor.
Xiao Mu: Don't say that. Our sister Mu Yang only knows how to use tricks on professors. Look at how much she cares about other people.
Mu Yang; I T. M. . .
Don't abuse super sand sculptures, if the writing is not good, just read it QAQ
(Alas, I'm particularly bad at writing emotional dramas, because I used to write H stories, so you know it's very fast... It's very, very fast, and then hehehe (○?ω?)っI can write H but I'm not allowed to QAQ)
Intention: love
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The three-year contract is finally up. Will Bec go up and lay flowers?
The three-year contract is finally up. Will Bec go up and lay flowers?