He often asked me if I would still be so willing to sleep with him if I remembered the past.
What kind of problem is this?
I raised my head, pursed my lips and kissed him,
Fool, wasn't my past always with you?
He shrugged helplessly,
Maybe.
I never know what it was like before. Maybe I didn't know him before, maybe we were just people coming and going outside this alley in the past, maybe I wasn't me before, and he wasn't him either.
But what does it matter?
Zhuo, at least for now, I am your little ou.
And life is a circle.
There is no escape.
Can't hide.
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