Binary Lovers

I marry, you marry. It is the shortest and most beautiful love letter in the world. Copywriting one: It turns out that his help in washing dishes is a prelude to the transaction, and the remuneration needs to be calculated. He leaned forward, their lips touching each other, "The reward I want is very simple, and it is what you can give me." In a matter of microseconds, a gentle kiss fell. The plan succeeded, he looked proud, his eyes were deep and deep, and his thumb gently stroked her lips. "Here, my rights, your obligations." Copywriting two: He ignited a spark in her heart. His love was too hot, and as we got along day by day, it finally caught fire and started a prairie fire. The more she wanted to hide, the more she hid, the clearer it became. It turns out that everything is doomed and there is no way to escape.