"Thirteen…"

Zhao Zilong had an urge to cry.

so sad.

"Where am I not good enough? Why do I always get hurt emotionally?"

Zhao Zilong used to have a good impression of Xiao Qinghe, but that Xiao Qinghe was colder and taller. Later, he realized that if he chased him down, it would be a thankless effort. Even if he were to be a licking dog, he might not succeed. happy.

But this Ye Junke

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