"Gu Qianmou, what on earth did you say about him?" Watching the car of summer rainy morning drives out of sight, she hugs her shoulders tightly, and her heart aches.

"If you can hurt him, it's probably a love word." When I think of what I said to myself last summer, Gu Qianmo sighed, feeling that no matter how unruly he was, when he met the person he loved, he would become dismayed.

"It seems that sometimes this love is really a very tiring thing." Cold snuggle in his arms, eyebrows a burst of lock.

"Who says no? Let's go! It's a little cold outside. Hold her shoulder in your...