The two ponytails were pure and private, with a sense of dissimilarity.

She looked so cute, she had two pony tails, she was as simple as a neighbor's girl at first sight, and the late-night coffeehouse lights were dark, and she came up, and she had a very different look, and she came up to fix his collar, and she had her fingertips, and her breath was so close that she could hear her heart beating, and the rain was just a little shorter. Her contrast accelerates the heart beat, from carefully trying to be bold, and her relationship is falling like a wire, and she pulls him into the corner, looking at him, and the atmosphere is completely out of control, the ponytails are clean, the personality of the private person is very low, and one encounter opens up a strange relationship.