"Long time no see, Lin Jian."
"Long time no see."
The man in front of him has not changed, he is still tall and thin, just like the boy he first met seven years ago.
"Why are you crying?" Lin Jian lowered his head and held up the umbrella. With clear knuckles, he held the handle of the umbrella close to his chest. "It's raining. Let's go."
In one second, millions of raindrops as clear and as bright as stars fell, collided, and fell. They kissed in the rain.
Qing Leng is attacked by × tyrants.
When love appears, some indifferent people become timid, some lonely people begin to approach, and calm and calm people become embarrassed. Like a ray of fire at midnight in winter, although it is dim, there are always people looking for it, and there are always people who want to get it.
Intention: Pure sex turns into a sharp blade that hurts when love comes, and needs more hugs to heal.
