1
He approached, but she retreated until there was no way to retreat, and she was pushed against the wall by him. The faint smell of tobacco entered the tip of her nose, and his voice was hoarse: "I am also a good person, what are you afraid of?"
He seemed to be getting closer, "Don't think too much, I don't like your style." +
Gu Xue was still stunned. He didn't like his own model. Also, how could he like a boring person like me?
But I like him.
2
It was late at night, and she slowly spoke: "Iwahiro, I like you."
Did you hear that?
3
"Kid, it's not my style to bend over to people, but when kissing, you don't have to tiptoe." Iwahiro's eyes were full of tenderness.
4
"Ah Zhou, did you hear my heartbeat that was about to stop? I almost caught you just now."
Intention: What kind of prodigal son returns with nothing in exchange for gold?
