The white kite was afraid, feeling that his eyes made his back cold, and there was a sense of déjà vu that he had touched his scales and was about to be killed.

Who knew that he only tugged at the corner of his lips, his fingertips were still pinching her chin, and asked meaninglessly, "Is there anything else?" ”

The white kite pushed his hand away, always looking up and talking like this, and his neck was uncomfortable: "No." ”

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