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refuse ...
Sitting calmly on the lawn downstairs in the dormitory, the more I think about it, the more wronged I am.
A month ago, there was a fixed three-way video conference every night, and I couldn't hide my inner coolness and confessed shyly under the coaxing of two bamboo horses:
She likes being alone.
That man has a pair of eyes that smile like a crescent moon, and a mellow and gentle voice.
He held out his hand to her, his fingers slender and graceful, elegant and meticulous.
He whispered:
"This box is very heavy. Let me carry it."
She looked up and saw the sunset glow all over the sky as a background for him. The afterglow of the sun covered him with a layer of gold powder, and his clear eyes shone with blurred light.
He leaned over and took the weight in her hand, and his slightly cold fingers gently crossed the back of her hand.
She has lost her mind.
Quietly cross your hands and whisper dreamily:
"It's like ..."
From the other end of the network came the cold and gloomy voice of Ji:
"Name"
Fan cheek cool, knowing that the dormitory is empty, is still looking around carefully, just quietly way:
"TongJieJia ..."
Bridled eyebrows:
"Cheng Cen?"
See cheng cen a face of idle don't care, ask again:
"Who is Tong Jiejia?"
Great just want to explain, interrupted by Cheng Cen frivolous:
"Tong Jiejia, the student union minister of our school, looks average and has good grades. He can't exercise ..."
Tut tut ...
exceed