That year, the teenagers on the basketball court were sweating and high-spirited. Outside the basketball court, she stopped for him, and he stood behind her. The setting sun was shining and the evening breeze was caressing. He smiled wantonly: "Little sister, school is over, aren't you going home?"
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That year, next to the red maple tree, a girl outside the high wall stood on tiptoe. She had short hair and a high ponytail, and she was as obedient as a docile rabbit. In fact, it was not the case. She said with a fierce face: "I am my sister." He froze on the spot.
The moment Xia Luyao turned around, there was a light fragrance on her body that accompanied the breeze, which Fu Suiyu remembered for a long time.
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