She saw him walking towards her step by step, with a slender figure. Every step happened to step on the maple leaves. Every step was very firm. Every step made her heart tremble until he stood still in front of her. +
She looked up, he looked down.
Subconsciously, he raised his right hand to slap his forehead to regain his consciousness, but was stopped halfway by his other hand, "There are no mosquitoes on your forehead."
Tong Yaoxi: "..." She is not pure anymore!
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