Late at night, the breeze blows on the rooftop of the apartment, which also blows the refreshing breeze of summer.

A pair of boys and girls sit outside the rooftop, with snacks and supper on the ground, beer in hand, full of youthful indulgence.

"I'm such a beautiful person to be friends with you, and you still dislike me."

"I'm not disgusted, I'm ......

"Live Fortune Telling: Too Accurate to Be Targeted by Local Tyrants" Chapter 49 Don't think I'm not there I'm hitting my hand, please wait a moment,

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