“If I keep crying for pain, you will definitely feel more distressed, but I don’t want to make you feel distressed.” Gwen blinked, his face calm and sincere when he spoke.
Lucas looked at her several times, and held her hand with her big palm, “In front of me, you don’t have to pretend to be strong, you can let you make trouble.”
Gwen pursed his mouth and smiled, and suddenly plunged into his arms, his head close to his chest, listening to his powerful heartbeat, it seemed that it had given endless strength.
“I know, I will definitely make trouble for you in the future. Don’t dislike me when you come.” Gwen’s face was smiling, and it was full of sweetness.
With a person, armor, and weakness, it’s probably like this.
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