The June Day I Can't Get Out Of

He gently lifted her hair with his index finger, and said with a smile on his lips: "You have gray hair." "Do you like me, little Mianmian?" He bent down and the tip of his nose was very close to her. The bridge of the nose is very high, straight and beautiful. "Why do you see me in all your photos?" Lu Yangyi's eyes sparkled and he smiled cheerfully. In adolescence, he had no sense of propriety, which made her lose sense again and again.