Photographers who have seen thousands of miles of rivers and mountains truly romance in a unique way.
Night too can write poetry, carrying the light of the fireworks outside the window into a lover's eyes, a strand is a line of love poetry.
Rae Bennett was holding those twenty-two barli, smiling so contentedly and cutely, "Wyatt, you're going to shark me to death."
Imitating Miss Watson in calling Wyatt again.
Wyatt Wright didn't understand her "shark to death," and sent back a character with an upward inflection, "Huh?"
Rae Bennett grabbed his clothes, pulled his head down, and tiptoed up to kiss him.
He didn't dodge but seriously reminded her, "The elders are here."
"Then let's go to my place."
"Huh."
The family gathering had just begun, and the two young people had already slipped away.
Khalil Wright was a blockhead, who didn't understand the sense of romance and young people's nights.
"Where are they going?"
Miss Watson and Mollie Jones exchanged smiles.
