Although it was difficult for Lin Qingyu to describe the principle of light, she knew that Shen Yu was her light and the principle she used to describe light.
In Yunan City in March, the cool wind blew the elm trees.
Lin Qingyu raised her eyebrows, "What should I do? I seem to have fallen in love with you."
Shen Yu raised the corners of his mouth slightly and crossed his hands, "If you like it, you have to pay. It's like passing by a steamed stuffed bun shop and not buying a bun, but you have to pay if you smell the fragrance of buns." Then he put his left hand in his pocket and stretched his right hand towards Lin Qingyu.
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＊Clear and pure desire Feng Lin Qingyu × Black-bellied sand sculpture series Shen Yu＊
Intention: Like, never just blurt out