"Nan Jianli, happy eighteenth birthday, Ahri loves you."
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"Classmate, let me help you move it! These books are quite heavy."
Nanjian Li raised her head when she heard the words and looked at Xu Li, her bright eyes seemed to be full of autumn.
Since then, the autumn wind has blown through the desolate wilderness, and also overturned the green dawn#
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Nan Jianli knew that he was dirty. He would secretly look at Xu Li in the corner and selfishly make a wish under the parasol tree to make Xu Li look at him more every day...
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"Ahri, I was wrong."
"Ahri, look at me."
"Ahri, why don't you hold my hand?"
"Ahri, I love you."
Intention: I prefer the slow flow to the vigorous and vigorous one