CP: After the rain, the soft knife smells like pine needles and the warm male attack in front of the person X The hurdle sports student with orange flavor looks cold but is actually cute and cute.
ABO, year on year. Bamboo horse, bamboo horse, continue the relationship.
Liu Zhiji felt a sense of dryness rushing down his spine and onto his scalp, as if something was wrong with his body.
Song Anqi was thinking about whether to invite him to dinner, and he was thinking aimlessly when he suddenly smelled an orange smell coming from beside him. No, it was not just orange smell, but also an unexplained smell of alcohol, like cointreau, a citrus-flavored liqueur.
He reacted suddenly, looked at Liu Zhiji's obviously abnormally red face, felt the aroma of citrus liqueur, and said hesitantly: "Xiaoyu? Are you... Are you feeling uncomfortable?"
Intention: growth