Under the sun, he had a big smile on his lips, like an angel who had fallen into the mortal world. However, he was still outstanding and still smiling, but I was no longer me...
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"Little Moshu~" Zhuang Feiyang changed his ruffian voice again and called Ou Moshu in an extremely disgusting tone. "Don't ask me to borrow money." She responded coldly...
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Love, in fact, never happened...
Bright eyes and white teeth, red lips lightly parted to murmur.
Begonia flowers bloom, purple clothes are as bright as ever, and the flute and sheng play in my ears.
The butterfly dances beside the pearl hairpin, shy and silent, playing the piano and singing, but there are waves in the eyes.