"why…"


    chen yutong sighed.


    looking at the man in trance.


    "let''s go."


    lin yi patted her shoulder.


    those who forcefully talk about sadness in order to compose new poems just like to lament spring and autumn.


    the three of them finished eating and were ready to go back to rest.


    "sister, you said he can''t even bear to eat instant noodles. will he pay the 200 yuan parking fee?"


    “definitely not, and i won’t stay here either


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