Gu yanyuan didn't lower his voice. The young man's clear and low magnetic voice was gentle and emotionless, like the clear sky after rain, with a rare feeling.
Gu yanyuan's insinuation was already very forced. He had completely missed out on the name.
Fu Shang's melon-eating face: (ω *)
She looked at Gu yanyuan's dark eyes and then at the beautiful young girl who was holding her dress awkwardly in front of them.
Fu Shang was very curious.
Since Gu yanyuan had already said this, how could this girl not leave?
Seeing that Gu yanyuan was so popular ...
Fu Shang felt a little sour.
She had been floating around the campus like a ghost for so long, but no one had come up to strike up a conversation with her.
Fu Shang touched his beautiful face.
In what way was she inferior to Gu yanyuan, who was a hypocrite?
The Big Shot's thoughts were gradually spreading.
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