"You came to me dusty and dusty, and the starlight in your eyes was better than any distant tenderness."
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Nine-year-old Song Zhiyan smiled and rolled her eyes, and said with no idea of the height of her ambition: "I will marry brother Jinnian in the future!"
Thirteen-year-old Gu Jinnian frowned slightly: "You are thinking too much."
Twenty-five-year-old Song Zhiyan was very troubled. Where had the aloof Gu Jinnian gone? Why does he need to be beaten more and more now?
"Gu Jinnian, if you have something to say, can you please stop being flirtatious?"
"But why do I think you don't resist very much, huh?" The man's narrow cold eyes narrowed slightly and he said seductively.
"... You are thinking too much." He was about to cry but had no tears.
Purpose: Love life, love the world