"Thank you, Tarn. Then I won't bother you. You can wrestle in the North."
As we said goodbye, Dad left the room, expressionless, and left Tarn and I to watch as it all happened and ended.
If you want us to lose our temper like a slice advertisement, don't show up in the future!
She went away, and I looked quietly at the stream, which broke the silence.
"Can you celebrate your birthday? Or are you in a bad mood?"
Is this another direct idea, to put forward such a suggestion directly? I won't respond.
"What if sister Tarn Nua always had feelings?"
Throw it away. Give me a big smile.
He bit his lip, smiled shyly, pulled me to his forehead, kissed me, and whispered hoarsely.
"My birthday present this year is the same as usual. Happy birthday."
Although Mild came to do the show, I spe
