Please give me two more months to be your wife.
Last year's first snow, he didn't have to sit in front of the computer typing and then curled up on the sofa reading a book, wouldn't open the window, let alone pull the curtain, outside it was snowing or raining, he didn't know.
But in the first snow of this year, he got out of his safe zone, went to Luxstay company alone, was blessed by a stranger, they went on a date, he received a bouquet of white roses from someone. love, the fragrance wafts around the nose, pure and clear, like snowflakes falling outside, like transparent pearls, more like Luxstay's affection for him - love without impurities, unmixed.
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