I wandered the streets wearing a tight T-shirt and ripped jeans. When we are studying, we are all good girls. We only need to hand in satisfactory transcripts, and then we can relax ourselves all day long.
The young man stood in front of me with scars, but still stretched out his hand gracefully. His amber pupils were like burning fire, and he looked at me scorchingly and said: "Yue'er, this butterfly dagger is given to you by my eldest brother."
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