Shen Zhao rubbed it with his hands, and then pulled off the hair tie that bound his hair. The long hair that was bound by the hair tie fell loose and flowed in the wind.
She raised her hand and rubbed Shen Chen's head. She used a hair tie to gather a handful of Shen Chen's hair that was half covering her eyes, tied it up, and tied it with a bow: "I'm still thinking about Song Chishou."
Shen Chen pulled the hair tie: "Childish."
The street lights on the roadside turned on, and Shen Zhao looked up: "Brother, the wind is blowing."
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