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Chapter 66 Her profile is so sketched that it makes people's heart throb

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    We sat down on a large exposed rock.

    Blown by the gentle wind, they all silently looked into the distance.

    After a long time, she turned her head to look at me and said, "Are you in a relationship?" I looked at her, and she stared at me intently, "No, why do you ask that? Didn't you ask just now?"

    She asked again: "Are you a free man?" Where did so many new terms come from?

    "Freedom? I"

    "You are always quiet, I thought you were in love."

    She buried her head between her knees and held her ankles with both hands, "Actually, the people in my dormitory just said that you don't like to talk." I wondered what she was going to say.

    "Are you stressed?" she asked.

    "Stress? What?"

    "Well, the college entrance examination." She added.

    "Huh" I breathed out from my nose in one breath.

    "Ouch!" She said, stood up, stretched her waist, covered her mouth with her hands to fight against the wind, "ah" she shouted loudly, "ah"  The sound can be heard far away, I can't hear the echo.

    "I just wanted to shout a few times." After shouting enough, she bent down, put her hands on the ground first, supported her body, moved her feet forward, and sat down.

    "You know what? I always feel a lot of pressure." She was a little tired.

    "Well, everyone will be under pressure, especially at this time."

    "I can't concentrate, I'm always doing questions and doing questions, and I don't know where my mind is going. I can't use all my mind on studying."

    "Me too." I picked up a small pebble and scratched it on the rock. I don't know what to draw. Anyway, it's painting. It shouldn't matter what I draw.  "After all, we are in the season of exuberance."

    She just sat down, but I stood up, and threw the stone in my hand to the far side of the cliff. It felt like it was thrown far away. It sank to the bottom of the valley, and the stone in my heart seemed to be thrown away along with it.

    The feet are full of stones. Just now, when I tried hard, my feet slipped, and two grooves were rubbed out. I almost slipped and fell.  Maintaining his balance, he patted the dust off his hands and sat down again.

    "Usually, what do you do?" She asked again, her eyes sparkling, I was shocked, but I didn't dare to look at her.

    "Study."

    "I said after class." She turned her head to my side.

    "After class? After class" I watched intently as an eagle spread its wings and glided in the extremely high sky. It was too high, like a mosquito hitting the top of a white mosquito net.  A black dot, and two wings can still be discerned slightly, moving and stilling in space.

    She also raised her eyes to see that her eyes were not too big or too small, her eyebrows were deep, her nose was big and garlicky, like the nose of an old wine jar, full and bulging.  Sharp pink lips, a square face, and creamy skin that looks thick and firm.  The chubby face is actually cute.  When she smiled, there were two deep grooves on both sides of the corners of her mouth, from the nose wings on both sides to the corners of her mouth, so that the whole mouth was sunken in.

    She belongs to the cute type of girl. Boys like to tease and joke with her. She always laughs, and her upper teeth are clearly bulged. When she smiles, the whole row of white teeth is exposed.

    It was silent again.  Her hair was disheveled, and a gust of wind came to play with her long hair.  From time to time she turned her head to look at me.  does she like me  Is she in love with me?  A trace of emotion rippled from the bottom of my heart, and waves of heat hit my eye sockets. I have loved many people, but who else loves me?

    "Jun, I like you."

    I long for her to turn around and tell me like this, I long to be loved, the taste of love is the intoxicating mellow fragrance, psychedelic, no pain, no tiredness, it is a dirty, scarred body, thrown out of the sky.

    It was still silent.  Her silhouette, a curvy strand, a tuft of eyelashes curled up around the eye.  The eyelashes are moving.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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