"I'm only eighteen years old... You're also kind."
Ying Huanhuan's voice was weak, mosquitoes and flies could hardly be heard.
Her little face was flushed like a bright apple, so cute.
"It's eighteen... not too young."
It's okay not to say it, but when he said it, Lu Yunxiao became even more excited.
Both are eighteen years old.
OK.
Already a big girl.
"You... always think about these things, you're dead."
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