A short continuation: Urban Love | Chongqing Encounter Story: Kissing smells like Jiugongge hot pot
Her eyes were full of tenderness, and there were countless changes in it. The autumn water made someone's face drunk. I kissed her in the alley around the corner.
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I hummed softly: "This is a country where love never ends and forgets your thoughts. Wherever you are, loneliness is conquered."
There was a blush on her cheeks, she pursed her red lips and said, "The antique book stall is filled with the fragrance of time. I wonder if I met you in my previous life."
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