向歌想了半天,很真诚的看着他:“傅容森是谁?”
长发发梢滴答滴答往下滴着水,棉布睡裙后面被打湿了一片,像是水墨画,颜色浅浅晕染开来,微微透出里面的颜色以及——
向歌乖乖“哦”了一声,从旁边拿起两个干净的白瓷碗,走到电饭锅旁边。
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