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Mu'er's feeling of giving up Shen Xingyu, whom she had loved for a long time, was like a fire burning down the house she had lived in for a long time. Looking at the desperation of the wreckage and ashes left behind, she knew that it was her home, but she could never go back. She was the first one to start, and she was also the first one to give up. She felt that she was just an executioner, ruthlessly erasing the beautiful past with Shen Xingyu.

"You have to believe it. I am a very capable person, so I deserve to be liked by you." Su Xixi looked at his serious eyebrows: "So are you confessing to me?" Mo Yihen smiled, with endearment, approached Su Xixi, kissed her lips, and said in a low voice: "If If you don't like it, you can refuse me." After the kiss, Mo Yihen looked at Su Xixi with confused eyes and said with disbelief: "Su Xixi, when did you start to look beautiful?" Su Xixi asked, "Do you have a fever? "Why do you suddenly think she is beautiful!" Mo Yihen pointed at Su Xixi's forehead with his finger and said: "You should be grateful that I have a fever, otherwise I would not think you are so beautiful." ----Excerpt from "On Mo Yihen's Routines"