Sheng Huan Shang: "Hey, Qin Mingyue, I like you. This happened in a day or two. It's not something that can be overcome by a piece of sugar meringue cake."
"I'm a Shenghuan Shang. It's not been three or four days since I fell in love with you. How can I be willing to push out the fat in my mouth?"
"Fat!!!"
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"Goose goose... Brother Huan Shang, you have found the point a little bit."
Shenghuan couldn't help but shudder, and resisted the urge to seal this guy's mouth and squeezed out four words: "Speak well."
Qin Mingyue suddenly approached him. "I squatted at Uncle Wang's shop all night to grab the sugar meringue cake. It's still warm. Want a bite?"
"Okay, have a bite."
Before Qin Mingyue had time to react, his lips felt a different kind of touch.
The dim yellow street lamp that had not had time to be replaced cast a warm light on the boy's body, like a painting printed in a depressing late night, slowly shining in the long years to come.
Intention: Try to accept