My Japanese Story Is a Bit Sweet

　　 There is rarely such a quiet rain in summer. When the rain flows down from the eaves of the old house, it ding ding dong bang, and the water droplets are about to fall into curtains outside the corridor.

　　 The sound of cautious footsteps sounded, and Xia Xilin opened his eyes dimly on the recliner, and saw the sky light coming through the window and falling on him.

　　 is more eye-catching than the sky, and it is a pleased smile on his face.

　　 had a fight in the heavy rain, just took a shower and changed into black

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