The writing is poor and bloody.
For some reasons, Xia Zhu was fostered in the countryside. She was taken back in the second semester of her sophomore year of high school.
At that time, she had a gray face, thick bangs, and wore a loose and colorful aunt's shirt, making her look like a proper little village girl.
When she was laughed at by her classmates, she heard a sudden and deep voice: "Noisy."
Even though she knew he was just being disturbed, she couldn't help but feel good about him.
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Later, Xu Jiangsu leaned over and said something very hot in her ear: "I want to intertwine my lips and tongue with you. I can draw strings."
He has the skin that a prodigal should have, but he is better than a prodigal.
Intention: youth.