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""Xing'er, my "Xing'er" Qihuan turned into a completely different person at this moment, greedily wanting to swallow Xinglu into his stomach. "Burn it, burn it in my arms" Qihuan finally understood the meaning of men and women at this time. It turns out that this is love, this kind of wanting to put each other into his stomach. The feeling that Fang holds in his hand is love. It is not the possessiveness of an object, not the conquest of beautiful things, but the complete surrender at the feet of a woman. It is enough to give your soul and body as a burnt sacrifice to her, just to get a little recognition. "

This feeling of wanting to hold the other person in the palm of your hand is love. It is not the possessiveness of an object, nor the conquest of beautiful things, but complete surrender at the feet of a woman.