After Escaping Marriage - Chapter 95
Chapter 95
“You know I like you, right?”
A drop of clear water on the flower branch trembled and fell to the ground.
Yu Qingtang's wet fingers paused in mid-air for half a second before she inserted the lily into the mouth of the glass vase. The green stem and leaves complemented the pure white, elegant bud perfectly.
Yu Qingtang stared blankly at the newly completed flower arrangement.
Cheng Zhanxi waited patiently for a while, then heard her almost inaudible reply: “Mm.”
But Yu Qingtang never turned her face to look at her.
Cheng Zhanxi took two tissues from the table, slowly and meticulously wiped the water from her fingers, and asked softly, “You like me too, right?”
After a few more minutes, Yu Qingtang answered her, “Mm.”
Cheng Zhanxi gently held her shoulders and slowly turned her around to face herself.
Yu Qingtang's eyes were vacant, her expression devoid of sorrow or joy.
Cheng Zhanxi's heart felt as if a heavy stone was pressing down on it. She let out a soft breath, her thumb caressing Yu Qingtang's cold cheek. Slowly, she drew her closer, letting Yu Qingtang's face rest on her shoulder, her fingers stroking through her smooth, dark hair.
She lowered her head and kissed Yu Qingtang's forehead.
Then her glabella, the tip of her nose, and finally, tenderly, her lips.
Yu Qingtang's chest heaved once, like a puppet that had finally gained breath and warmth.
She closed her eyes, submissively accepting all of Cheng Zhanxi's gifts.
Cheng Zhanxi cupped her face and kissed her. At one moment, her fingertips touched the wetness at the corner of Yu Qingtang's eye, and her heart twisted as if by a knife.
Why? Was her love a heavy burden for her?
When it was time to guess, Cheng Zhanxi would guess. When it wasn't, Cheng Zhanxi wouldn't let her imagination run wild. For her, love was something to be actively pursued. It had taken her so long to meet someone like this.
Cheng Zhanxi released her lips and asked in a soft voice, “Since we both like each other, are you willing to be my girlfriend?”
A few hours late, she had finally voiced her confession.
“Be my girlfriend” was no less impactful than a direct “I like you.” No matter how much Yu Qingtang dared not dream of it, at this moment, a nerve deep inside her was profoundly stirred. Countless voices in her heart clamored, “I do, I do,” but reason plunged all these voices into a dark abyss.
Yu Qingtang's chest heaved violently a few times. Her fingers gripped the edge of the marble coffee table, turning pale.
After a long while, she suppressed the turmoil in her heart and calmed down, asking softly, “You like me?” Cheng Zhanxi was very firm and sincere: “Yes, I like you.”
She didn't need to repeat the latter half. Yu Qingtang closed her eyes and asked in return, “What do you like about me?”
Couples in love often ask this question. Cheng Zhanxi hadn't expected it to come so soon, but she answered seriously without hesitation, “I like everything about you.”
Yu Qingtang looked at her calmly.
The moment their eyes met, Cheng Zhanxi knew she didn't believe it.
Cheng Zhanxi held her hand and said gently, “I might not be able to explain clearly why I like you. Whenever I think of you, I can't help but smile. Being with you, even if there's nothing particularly joyful happening, I feel happy and sweet. I want to live like this, day by day, until the end of my life.”
Tears welled up in Yu Qingtang's eyes, but she still asked, “Why? Why isn't it someone else you like?”
Cheng Zhanxi was taken aback.
Why would she like someone else?
Cheng Zhanxi said, “Because no one else is you. Can you understand it put this way?” She squeezed Yu Qingtang's hand tightly and said, word by word, “I only like you.”
Yu Qingtang's eyes filled with tears, and she choked out, “But I'm not worthy.”
Cheng Zhanxi's nose tingled, and her eyes reddened along with hers, feeling heartbroken and surprised.
“Why would you think that?”
Yu Qingtang shook her head, tears falling.
She wasn't good enough for Cheng Zhanxi; anyone else would be more suitable than her.
The person standing by Cheng Zhanxi's side, shoulder to shoulder with her, shouldn't be her.
She was a mayfly, a speck of dust, ephemeral, born in the morning and dying by night. How could she be worthy of possessing the eternally rising, never-setting sun?
No matter how Cheng Zhanxi asked, Yu Qingtang just lowered her head in silence, biting her lip until it bled, tears falling like broken strings of pearls. She didn't even dare to tell Cheng Zhanxi such thoughts, fearing it would be a desecration of her.
Cheng Zhanxi wiped her tears with a tissue, unable to stop a few of her own tears from falling, her eyes completely red.
She freed Yu Qingtang's lower lip from her teeth and dabbed the blood from her lip with a clean cotton swab.
After a long silence.
Yu Qingtang lowered her eyelids, her expression unreadable, and said, “Have you ever thought that you don't really like me?”
Cheng Zhanxi was speechless.
Yu Qingtang continued, “You just pity me.”
Cheng Zhanxi's chest heaved, anger rising within her. She found this utterly ridiculous.
Yu Qingtang went on, “And I have indeed acted very pitifully in front of you. It was like that when I was little, and it's still like that now that I'm grown up.”
Yu Qingtang thought with self-deprecation: Otherwise, what else about her could Cheng Zhanxi possibly like?
Having said this, Yu Qingtang seemed unable to bear it herself and let out a soft breath to relieve her suppressed emotions, saying, “I'm not that pitiful anymore. You don't need to… Mmph!”
Cheng Zhanxi silenced her with a kiss.
A kiss like a violent storm swept over her, and Yu Qingtang trembled lightly from body to soul.
She was lifted by Cheng Zhanxi and pushed down onto the sofa behind her, both her wrists pinned, unable to move.
This kiss lasted for a long time. When it stopped, Yu Qingtang's eyes, like tranquil pools, held two springs of water. The corners of her eyes were flushed, her knuckles bent, tightly gripping Cheng Zhanxi's shoulder, wrinkling the fabric, like a drowning person clinging to their last piece of wood.
Cheng Zhanxi's moist, soft lips paused just below her ear. She panted softly, “Do you still think I pity you? Hmm?”
Yu Qingtang was silent for a moment, then, as if remembering something, said, “You like my body.”
The air stilled for two seconds.
Cheng Zhanxi's body, propped above her, collapsed, her face buried in Yu Qingtang's neck as she laughed out loud.
When she had laughed enough, she wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and asked, “Then why do you think I like your body?”
Yu Qingtang didn't answer.
Cheng Zhanxi sat up, took her hand, and had her sit beside her.
“Because I like you.”
Yu Qingtang thought of that night at the bar. Back then, they had only met once, and Cheng Zhanxi had slept with her. How could that be called liking?
Cheng Zhanxi seemed to know what she was thinking and said, “I liked you even before the bar.”
Yu Qingtang lifted her eyelids and looked at her.
Cheng Zhanxi gently squeezed her slender fingers and said, “We took shelter from the rain together in a convenience store. I fell in love with you at first sight. Later, we met for the second time at the bar. I went to talk to you because I wanted to get to know you, but I didn't expect you to be face-blind and not remember me. The third time was when we caught the thief, and you bumped into my arms.”
Yu Qingtang remembered that time. She hadn't seen Cheng Zhanxi's face, but later recognized her by her scent.
Cheng Zhanxi took her hand and placed it on her own lap, her palm covering the back of Yu Qingtang's hand, and said gently, “After our third meeting, I thought, this is fate given to us by heaven, I can't miss it. So I came to No. 1 Middle School to be a teacher, teaching the same class as you, sitting in the same office.”
Meeting Yu Qingtang's astonished gaze, Cheng Zhanxi smiled and said, “On the way to Xiao Qing's house, didn't you ask me why I wanted to be a teacher?”
—Firstly, I really like Sicheng. It has a strong artistic atmosphere, and I also like the architectural style here. The old town and new district each have their own characteristics. The pace of life is slow, suitable for long-term living.
—Secondly, I love the cause of education.
—And the most important point, I'll tell you in the future.
Yu Qingtang stared at her blankly.
Reason told her she should interrupt Cheng Zhanxi, but emotion finally gained the upper hand for once.
She looked into Cheng Zhanxi's eyes, and Cheng Zhanxi looked back into hers. There wasn't a hint of jest in her gaze, only an exceptionally serious tone as she said, “For you.”
The string in Yu Qingtang's mind vibrated with a hum. She couldn't hear anything else, only Cheng Zhanxi's words clearly entering her ears.
“I became a teacher for you, moved across from your home for you, stayed in Sicheng for you, and came back still for you.” Cheng Zhanxi's confession grew more ardent and direct with each sentence. She turned Yu Qingtang's hand over and intertwined their fingers, saying calmly and gently, “This way, doesn't it prove that I like you?”
Yu Qingtang's ears were ringing, her mind a complete blank.
“But…”
“But what?”
Yu Qingtang's mind had stopped thinking now. She said “but” for a long time without being able to continue, her expression dazed.
Cheng Zhanxi's eyes darkened. She couldn't resist raising her hand to cup the back of Yu Qingtang's head and kiss her. In her muddled state, Yu Qingtang was even softer than when she was being docile before, and she would instinctively, occasionally, respond awkwardly.
Cheng Zhanxi lifted her onto her lap, wrapped her arms around her waist, and tilted her head up to kiss her more deeply.
Yu Qingtang was dizzily taken advantage of for over ten minutes before she sluggishly remembered what they had been talking about.
She pushed Cheng Zhanxi's shoulder away, panting in the gap between their lips, and asked her, “What do you like about me?”
Cheng Zhanxi pressed her forehead against hers, also panting rapidly, “Didn't I just answer that?”
“You said you… fell in love with me at first sight.” Yu Qingtang's voice was almost inaudible when she said the last four words, and a suspicious blush spread across her cheeks. She asked in a low voice, “What did you like about me at that time?”
“Hmm, a wonderful feeling.”
Many people say that love at first sight is lust at first sight. Cheng Zhanxi didn't deny that beauty played a part, but for her, it was definitely not the main reason. She had traveled to so many places and met so many people; Yu Qingtang wasn't the most beautiful woman she had ever seen. Besides, she herself was good-looking. If she liked high attractiveness, she could just look in the mirror every day; there was no need to go to such great lengths to pursue someone else.
“What kind of feeling?”
Cheng Zhanxi thought for a moment and said, “At that time, a voice in my heart told me: This person will be your girlfriend in the future.”
Yu Qingtang smiled, but the next second she retracted it, her lips straightening.
Cheng Zhanxi was definitely deceiving her. She had previously said she decided to pursue her only after meeting three times. Such a smooth talker.
But listening to her sweet words, Yu Qingtang's head started to spin again, and her reason was slow to come online.
The kiss Cheng Zhanxi followed up with made her even dizzier.
Why did Cheng Zhanxi like kissing her so much?
Before completely losing her senses, Yu Qingtang thought this.
Cheng Zhanxi herself didn't know why; she just couldn't get enough of kissing her. She was deeply infatuated with Yu Qingtang's reactions and sounds, wishing she could melt her into a puddle of water, dissolving in her embrace.
Later, Yu Qingtang really did melt into a puddle of water, her limbs weak, collapsing softly in her arms, whimpering softly and begging for mercy, “No more…”
Cheng Zhanxi poured her a glass of water, placed it in her hand, unfolded the thin blanket from the sofa, and wrapped it around her.
She herself sat on another sofa to prevent herself from losing control again.
Cheng Zhanxi cleared her throat and used the cool back of her hand to cool her own cheeks. Don't be fooled by her leading role; her heart was also pounding fiercely, her cheeks and earlobes were flushed red, and her neck was still hot.
The back of her hand quickly warmed up from her face, so Cheng Zhanxi simply went to the refrigerator and got an ice pack.
Yu Qingtang held the water cup with both hands, sipping water while her dark eyes followed Cheng Zhanxi as she walked back and forth in the living room.
Cheng Zhanxi looked at her and smiled, bright and radiant.
Yu Qingtang lowered her eyelids, her ears burning even hotter.
Things were always different from what she expected.
Yu Qingtang finished a glass of water. Her mind, which had been kissed into a muddle, finally began to recover preliminarily. But she thought very slowly and reacted very slowly, which manifested externally as her sitting on the sofa in a daze.
Cheng Zhanxi went to arrange the remaining flowers on the coffee table, not disturbing her as she slowly thought things over.
She arranged all the vases, setting aside the two prettiest ones for Yu Qingtang to take back across the hall tonight.
Although she really wanted Yu Qingtang to stay the night, it was clearly unlikely. There was still a long time ahead; it wouldn't be impossible for her to stay over at Yu Qingtang's place in the future.
Yu Qingtang placed the empty water cup on the coffee table.
The bottom of the cup made a slight clinking sound as it touched the marble tabletop. Cheng Zhanxi looked over at the sound. Yu Qingtang's fingers, clasped in front of her, were intertwined so tightly that her knuckles turned white, her thin lips pressed firmly together.
Cheng Zhanxi frowned, “Doesn't it hurt?”
Yu Qingtang: “Hmm?”
Cheng Zhanxi: “Your fingers, doesn't it hurt to clench them so tightly?”
Yu Qingtang paused, then said, “It's okay.” Cheng Zhanxi's frown deepened. “I forbid it.”
Yu Qingtang obediently loosened her hands.
Cheng Zhanxi brought her a soft cushion and said gently, “Squeeze this.”
Yu Qingtang obediently hugged the cushion, her knuckles wanting to squeeze hard but finding no strength left.
—I forbid it.
Yu Qingtang savored Cheng Zhanxi's expression and tone from just now, turning her face away from Cheng Zhanxi's view, the corners of her lips gently curling up.
The thoughts she had been halfway through were interrupted by sweetness, and a smile unconsciously appeared on her face. She quietly turned her head slightly, glancing at Cheng Zhanxi out of the corner of her eye.
Cheng Zhanxi was facing the vase on the coffee table, making final adjustments. Her long, fair fingers held a dewy eustoma, her expression focused. The living room lights cast a soft halo around her, like a celestial being, every movement picturesque.
A person like this, could she really keep her?
As Yu Qingtang watched, her gaze dimmed somewhat.
She hugged the pillow in her arms tighter.
Cheng Zhanxi raised her gaze, and Yu Qingtang's body trembled reflexively.
Cheng Zhanxi stood up, and Yu Qingtang, hugging the pillow, shrank back into the sofa.
Cheng Zhanxi: “…”
She sat down again, maintaining a distance of two or three meters from Yu Qingtang. Wiping the water from her fingers with a tissue, she smiled, “Have you come to any conclusion? Will you say yes to me? Girlfriend? Hmm?”
With every word she spoke, the tip of Yu Qingtang's heart trembled.
By the last rising inflection, Yu Qingtang's bones had gone soft, and she almost impulsively agreed to everything.
She believed Cheng Zhanxi would give her a perfect love experience, making her the happiest person in the world for a short time. Love, in essence, is a product of dopamine secretion. After the passion fades, what could she rely on to keep Cheng Zhanxi? A passable appearance? Would Cheng Zhanxi care about that?
Yu Qingtang pressed her lips together and said nothing.
Cheng Zhanxi didn't look surprised. She blinked and said, “Then are you going to reject me?”
She tried her best to use a light and playful tone to make the suggestion sound teasing, but Yu Qingtang's eyes immediately showed immense sadness, and her eyes quickly reddened.
It seemed as if just thinking about this possibility would break her heart.
Cheng Zhanxi empathized and didn't dwell on it, continuing, “Do you need time to think about it?”
Yu Qingtang's suffocating heart found a little room to breathe, and she nodded.
In her twenty-eight years of life, she had always accepted others' arrangements, walking paths decided by others. Her instinctive reaction to situations was to maintain the status quo, resisting all unstable factors. Therefore, she feared Cheng Zhanxi's confession, feared changes in their relationship, feared that such changes would bring bad consequences, feared losing Cheng Zhanxi, even though she had already fallen in love with her.
She didn't want any variables to appear between them, but feelings had already arisen. She couldn't deceive herself forever, and Cheng Zhanxi wouldn't let her play dumb forever. It was time for her to make a choice for her own life.
Yu Qingtang lowered her head, the cushion in her arms kneaded out of shape.
“How much time will you give me to consider?”
“Is a lifetime enough?” the woman's gentle voice sounded.
Yu Qingtang looked up, her expression incredulous.
Cheng Zhanxi's expression was gentle. “I don't want you to force yourself. I can wait for you for a very, very long time, longer than the longest you can imagine.” She said no more, stood up, and said, “It's getting late, time to shower and sleep. Are you sleeping here or going back across?”
“I… I'll go back across.”
A faint look of regret flashed across Cheng Zhanxi's face.
Although she had guessed it, it was still a bit regrettable that they couldn't share a bed.
Cheng Zhanxi walked Yu Qingtang back to 2101.
At the door of 2101, Yu Qingtang stood in the entryway, took the two vases Cheng Zhanxi handed her, and placed them on the entryway cabinet.
Yu Qingtang looked at her, wanting to speak but hesitating.
“Hmm?”
Yu Qingtang bit her lip.
A flash of inspiration struck Cheng Zhanxi's mind, and she said, “Are you perhaps wondering what I like about you?”
Yu Qingtang looked a little embarrassed and awkward, then nodded.
Cheng Zhanxi smiled and said, “I like the way you look when you want to ask me what I like about you but can't bring yourself to say it.”
Yu Qingtang's eyes widened slightly, and heat rushed to her cheeks.
Cheng Zhanxi raised her free hand, cupped the back of Yu Qingtang's head, pressed her forehead against hers, her nose affectionately nuzzling the woman's delicate nose, and said softly, “Baby, you have to believe that you are wonderful. You deserve to be loved.”
Bang—
The door to 2101 closed.
Cheng Zhanxi closed her eyes against the gust of wind from the closing door. Her beloved was gone from sight, leaving only the dark brown door.
Cheng Zhanxi rubbed her nose with the back of her hand, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.
Hadn't she just said a sweet nothing? Yu Qingtang was actually this shy.
Yu Qingtang leaned her back against the door, her earlobes flushed crimson, her heart pounding wildly.
Behind her, Cheng Zhanxi's voice came through the door panel.
“I'm going back to sleep. Good night.”
Without thinking, Yu Qingtang turned and gripped the doorknob.
Cheng Zhanxi had only taken a few steps when the door opened again.
She turned back and saw Yu Qingtang with a deeply flushed face, saying with a smile, “Good night.” Yu Qingtang stood in the entryway, the light shining down on her, her features very beautiful.
“Good night.”
Cheng Zhanxi looked at her carefully and earnestly for a good while, her eyes gentle, and said, “Close the door. I'm going back.”
“Okay.”
Yu Qingtang watched Cheng Zhanxi walk into the apartment opposite before closing the door again.
She placed the vases in the living room and on the dining table respectively, then pulled out a dining chair and sat down.
Having left Cheng Zhanxi's home, having left the pink bubbles the other person created that could make her dizzy at any moment, Yu Qingtang finally truly calmed down and cleared her mind to think.
Cheng Zhanxi said she liked her, fell in love with her at first sight, and all her subsequent actions, taking advantage of proximity, were because of her.
No one had ever liked her or cared about her since she was young. Could someone as unattainable as Cheng Zhanxi really like her? Was it possible?
Likes her? Doesn't like her? Is it pity? Not pity?
When she came back to her senses, a pile of rose petals was scattered on the table beside her. Looking at the flower arrangement in the vase, only bare stems remained.
Yu Qingtang: “!!!”
Yu Qingtang looked at the scattered petals and fell into a long silence.
She searched online for how to make petal bookmarks, then found a textbook from the previous semester. Following the order of a layer of tissue paper, a layer of petals, then another layer of tissue paper, she pressed the petals between the pages of the book and tucked it into the bookshelf.
The unexpected incident of the wilting petals interrupted Yu Qingtang's thoughts. She went back to the bedroom, got her pajamas, and went into the bathroom to shower.
After showering, she came out and stopped by the mirror above the sink.
Yu Qingtang seriously observed her face in the mirror: delicate eyebrows as if drawn with charcoal, eyes like a pool of autumn water, still clear and spirited. Her nose wasn't particularly prominent but was exquisitely delicate. Her thin lips were a natural light pink. Since Cheng Zhanxi liked kissing her so much, they must be very soft and nice to kiss.
Her skin was fair, though somewhat pale, it was flawlessly white.
It seemed… in terms of appearance, she could barely match Cheng Zhanxi.
But it seemed to be only her appearance.
Yu Qingtang put her clothes back on in front of the full-length mirror in her bedroom, feeling somewhat discouraged again.
Cheng Zhanxi liking her body was probably also due to the “love at first sight” filter.
What did she really like about her?
Yu Qingtang bit her lower lip, thinking. In her desperation, she turned to Wen Zhihan for advice.
【What do you like about me?】
Wen Zhihan was silent for a moment, then typed: 【Did Cheng Zhanxi confess to you?】
Yu Qingtang was surprised: 【How did you know?】
Wen Zhihan: 【Guessed. Don't ask for details, asking is like rubbing salt in the wound.】
Yu Qingtang tactfully didn't press further. She had summoned a great deal of determination before sending the message, but she really had no one else to help her sort out her confusion.
Wen Zhihan: 【I liked you out of curiosity. You probably don't know, but there's something about you that makes people want to explore. She probably feels the same way.】
Yu Qingtang: 【She said she fell in love with me at first sight. We took shelter from the rain together in a convenience store last March.】
Wen Zhihan's eyes widened in disbelief. Was Yu Qingtang openly flaunting her affection to her?
Was this still the Yu Qingtang she knew? Or had Cheng Zhanxi unearthed an unknown side of her.
[System Message: Yu Qingtang retracted a message]
The second before it was retracted, Wen Zhihan: 【Damn】
[System Message: Wen Zhihan retracted a message]
The two tacitly pretended nothing had happened.
Wen Zhihan: 【Since she confessed, why aren't you with her? You clearly like her too.】
Wen Zhihan picked up the milk beside her and drank it all. She felt that being a love rival to this extent, Cheng Zhanxi owed her a big meal next time. But she really didn't want to see that shameless, sharp-tongued, childish brat. Seeing her once would probably shorten her lifespan by at least a year.
Yu Qingtang: 【How do you know I'm not with her?】
Wen Zhihan: 【If you were together, how would she give you the chance to ask me?】
A strange feeling welled up in Yu Qingtang's heart, bubbling sourly: 【You know her well?】
Wen Zhihan: 【Are you jealous?】
Wen Zhihan laughed out loud at her phone.
It was clearly a movie for two, why suddenly bring her into it? She was no longer waiting in the wings.
Wen Zhihan typed: 【We've chatted a few times, not really familiar. I'm going abroad soon, no need to be jealous of me.】
Yu Qingtang immediately apologized.
Wen Zhihan said it was okay. She sighed and played the role of a confidante: 【So why aren't you with her?】
The screen showed “The other person is typing…” intermittently for a long time, showing the hesitation on the other side. Wen Zhihan got up, washed her milk cup, and came back to see a heartbreaking line of text lying quietly in the chat interface.
【I'm not good enough for her.】
Wen Zhihan interlaced her fingers, resting them on her chin, her expression grave.
In her opinion, this was impossible. She had never thought Yu Qingtang would feel inferior. She was a lone-wolf academic prodigy, a heaven-blessed child. Even at Jinghua University, she was someone most people couldn't hope to match. When it was time for postgraduate recommendations, the big shots in the department fought over her. Before graduating with her master's, she had already received offers from top 10 universities worldwide. If she hadn't insisted on returning to Sicheng to teach, she would probably be doing research with a group of like-minded PhDs in a foreign research institute now.
This was also why Wen Zhihan wanted to persuade her to leave Sicheng, even going so far as to spend half a year with her. With Yu Qingtang's abilities, being in this small place was a waste of her talent.
She actually felt inferior in front of Cheng Zhanxi. Perhaps it was the power of love. Wen Zhihan realized more clearly each time that she had never had a chance from the very beginning.
Wen Zhihan tugged at the corner of her lips in self-deprecation.
After a long while, Wen Zhihan picked up her phone and replied seriously:
【If you think you're not good enough for her, then what do my seven years count for?】
The other side showed “typing…” for a while, then didn't reply.
Wen Zhihan selected her chat history with Yu Qingtang and forwarded it to Cheng Zhanxi, who was dormant in her contact list.
When Cheng Zhanxi first came to the school, the two had added each other as friends out of courtesy. Wen Zhihan had never deleted her, but she had never sent any messages either.
Only Cheng Zhanxi could solve Yu Qingtang's problem. As an eliminated former love rival, she wouldn't join in the excitement.
As soon as the message was sent, a conspicuous red exclamation mark appeared next to it. The message had been rejected.
Wen Zhihan: “?”
[System Prompt: CZX has enabled friend verification. You are not yet her friend. Please send a friend request first. You can chat only after she verifies. Click to send friend verification]
Wen Zhihan knitted her brows.
What?
Cheng Chengzi: Hello, love rival, guess when I deleted you? (//▽//)
Wen Zhihan: If only you hadn't deleted me, I would have given you an assist [Smile.jpg]
Yu Tangtang has many undiscovered aspects. Even so, she herself is very outstanding. Cheng Chengzi has a discerning eye for talent; she'll be blessed in the future, especially... she can peacefully be the bottom (//▽//)
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