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Luo Luo didn't know when he fell in love with Leng Ruoqing. Maybe it's because of that handsome face, or maybe it's the unconcealable love in those eyes. "Since when did you like me?" Luo Luo sipped the pear blossom wine in his hand and turned to look at the man sitting next to him. At this moment, the spring breeze blew slightly, and their eyes met. Leng Ruoqing hesitated for a moment, the panic in his eyes flashed away, and then his face turned full of indifference, "Never." 'Kacha' the wine glass in Luo Luo's hand shattered on the floor. There was never a word, after all, Luo Luo was overly sentimental. I don't know whether it was the spring breeze that made people intoxicated, or the wine itself. After being drunk, Luo Luo vaguely felt the words "I like you" in a voice that was so small that it could be ignored casually.