Yinglong recalls the scene when Wen Xue made "Manhattan".

Wen Xue's faint eyes made him throb for a long time.

If Shiwei is like a lovely and sultry rose, and Yuxin is like a noble and elegant rose, then Wenxue is like a cluster of fresh and fragrant narcissus.

Yinglong's heart was beating violently, pounding.

He didn't know how to manage the feeling of silence for so long.

A long-lost heartbeat, like a glacier bathed in sunlight slowly melting, a trickle rushing down from the top of the mountain.

He realized his ......

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